"Sir, where are you looking!" Guan Shan suddenly pointed to the wall.

Zhou Jian looked and saw a golden pestle on the wall, and his eyes suddenly gathered. This golden pestle is a magic weapon of the Western Regions trumpet and a weapon. Only

They can only use it.

"It was the Buddhist sect's move!"

"Didn't we clean up all the bald donkeys in the dunes? Why are there fish that escaped the net?" Guan Shan exclaimed.

Gu Hu and others' expressions changed slightly at this moment, and they realized that there was a mistake.

"Big, sir, this..."

"us......"

Zhou Jian waved his hand and said, "It's not your fault. The dunes are so big, so there will inevitably be fish that miss the net."

He was not too harsh, but his eyes were fixed on the golden pestle on the wall, as if he had discovered something again. He reached out to pluck it, and saw that the golden pestle was nailed with a piece of violet rag.

A picture appeared in his mind instantly. This should be a certain speaker who wanted to nail a person, but he was avoided and only nailed a corner of his clothes.

He pulled off the rag and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

An indescribable fragrance quickly spread, not the fragrance of wine, but a woman's fragrance!

Zhou Jian suddenly stopped. Why is the fragrance a little familiar?

The sensitivity of his facial features inherited the ability of a special forces soldier in his previous life, especially the fragrance of women, which almost reached the point of knowing people when he smelled the fragrance!

"What's wrong, sir?" Guan Shan said to him.

Zhou Jian didn't say anything and fell into deep thought. Suddenly, he remembered something and his heart suddenly stumbled!

One by one, the news gradually gathered into a line! This taste is very similar to Wuyang. He had had close contact with Wuyang, and the woman Wuyang was indeed ordered to be chased to the sand dunes by Dunhuang!

"Damn!"

"It's not such a coincidence, right?" he couldn't help but say.

The ancient fox was stunned: "Sir, what's the point?"

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Guan Shan was also confused.

"Hurry, follow the steps and blood, chase!" Zhou Jian came to his senses and shouted quickly, Wuyang is there, then that Falun is here!

It's simply no time to get it!

After saying that, he took the lead and rushed out with a whirlwind, without having time to explain anything.

Everyone was stunned. What's wrong with the lord? He was so excited, but they did not hesitate and quickly followed.

The footprints and blood were left behind. From the inn hall to the backyard, the collapsed stools and the broken lotus lanterns all indicate that someone was being chased!

Zhou Jian was almost sure that this was Wuyang’s trace, and the person chasing her was Falun!

Sometimes, there is such a coincidence that you can run into it by chance.

In this pursuit, Zhou Jian led his people to a slum. There were wind and sand shops outside and tile houses inside, as dense as spider webs, very dilapidated, almost no one was there, and they were all emptied.

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"It's gone, sir, the blood is gone." Guan Shan said.
Chapter completed!