Paine's game

There was a poor family in the city of Medina who was engaged in sewing. The male owner was named Mustafa. He and his wife were dependent on each other and had an only son named Aladdin. Aladdin was playful by nature, and he was idle and idle.

If he doesn't learn well, he is an out-and-out little naughty boy. The old couple wholeheartedly hope that their son will learn to sew so that he can inherit his father's business and make a living from it in the future. Because their family background is poor and they have no extra money for Aladdin to study.

Or become an apprentice, let alone let him go into business. However, Aladdin was playful by nature and never wanted to stay in the shop sewing peacefully. He always ran out to play with the poor and naughty children in the area, spending all day long

Not going home. Aladdin has become accustomed to this. No matter how much persuasion or whipping he has, it has no effect. He neither listens to his parents and learns how to sew to inherit his father's business, nor does he want to learn how to do business.

His parents thought his future was unimaginable and worrying.

Seeing his son's unproductive behavior, Mustafa was disappointed and filled with grief and anger. When Aladdin was ten years old, his father finally became ill due to depression and died. Not only did Aladdin not feel guilty because of his father's death, he changed his mind.

With a lazy and dissolute character, he believed that once his father died, he would no longer be subject to strict restraint and discipline, so he became more dissolute, lazy and degenerate, and continued to live a dissolute life. His mother saw that her son was useless and had no hope at all.

Feeling that her future was bleak, she had no choice but to sell all the items in the tailor shop and start spinning threads. The poor and unfortunate mother worked early in the morning and worked late in the day to make a living by spinning threads, and she also had to support her naughty son who was not doing his job properly.

This lasted until he was fifteen years old.

On this day, as usual, Aladdin was playing boredly with a group of gangsters in the area who were not doing their job properly, when he suddenly had an idea.

"Hey, everyone, listen to me. I heard Aunt Cynthia say yesterday that someone had found fist-sized gold nuggets in the Death Desert before. We are idle anyway, so why not go to the edge of the Death Desert today? Anyway, as long as

There is no risk if we don't go deep into the desert. If we are lucky enough to pick up gold, then we don't have to play boring games here! Even if we can't find it, we can always get something by saying some lucky words to the caravans we encounter!

"

The gangsters had nothing to do, and they took Aladdin's suggestion as a matter of course. A group of people happily ran to the edge of the Desert of Death and searched for a day, but they couldn't find any shadow of the gold nugget until it was dark.

When we arrived at the two caravans, the caravan guards didn't have a good temper towards these gangsters. Aladdin almost got a whip when he approached them to beg for something.

"Aladdin, let's go back."

A playmate said to Aladdin, "It's getting dark soon. If you don't go back, you'll run into sand pirates."

"Oh, it seems that gold is not so easy to find."

Aladdin sneezed. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is huge. It can kill people with heat during the day and freeze to death at night. Aladdin also felt a little cold now.

"Hey, Aladdin, do you see someone there?" Another playmate said, pointing to the back.

"Is there someone? Could it be a sand pirate..." Aladdin shrank his head and looked along his companion's fingers, only to see a person walking on the sand dunes in the distance.

"Looking like a traveler from a foreign country. No one in Medina would dress like this, and it's just one person. He's definitely not a sand bandit."

Aladdin rolled his eyes, "Brothers, our business is here!"

This group of idle guys are originally a bunch of idle hooligans. They usually rely on their parents or find other ways to get their food and drink expenses, and they inevitably do some sneaky things. There are teachings in the city of Medina on weekdays.

They didn't dare to go too far because if they were caught, their hands would be cut off. But if the target was a traveler from other places, they had no scruples - foreigners were not allowed in Medina.

protected in any way.

"Aladdin, what should we do?"

"What should we do? Of course it's the old rule. Take out our guy who is eating!"

Aladdin clapped his hands,

"Oh, it's so miserable this time! I really want to drink some water!"

Paine had not taken in any water and had walked in the desert for a whole day. He was quite exhausted both mentally and physically. He had walked along the footsteps of camels and people. The desert heat wave during the day was so intense that the air seemed to be burning.

If it hadn't been for the success of Pointing the Star, his body would have been much stronger than before, and he might have collapsed somewhere in the desert by now.

Just when he thought he was about to die of thirst, he suddenly saw seven or eight people running towards him in front of him.

These people were dressed in white gowns, black bloomers, shaggy woolen cloaks, and gingham turbans on their heads. The leader was brandishing a long, curved scimitar.

"Foreigner! If you know the truth, hand over all the money you have!"

The man said viciously, "My scimitar is already thirsty."

"Yes, hand over the money quickly!"

The minions around started shouting.

Pan En laughed instead of getting angry. They were just a group of young men. They only had one knife in total. How could they be like this and come out to rob?

"Money? I don't have any."

"Then we have to get it ourselves! Brothers, come together!"

The leader used a dazzling technique to play with the scimitar. The scimitar flew up and down in his hand, almost dancing like a flower. The other minions also rushed towards Pan!