I can't argue with Cheng Chengcheng anymore, she's going to rest.

She doesn't like chatting with me either.

Then I can't talk anymore.

Don't understand.

Why do I chat with me when I get drunk?

If I don’t get drunk, won’t I talk to me?

What can I say to her when I am drunk?

What to talk about?

Are you talking about sex?

Probably so.

Say I love her, I miss her or something?

Is it so stingy?

Probably not.

She wouldn't like to hear such evil words. Who is she? She is the leader.

If you control so many people above thousands of people, how can you be like a little girl?

After sleeping until midnight, I felt the cold outside the wilderness. The air conditioner surged from the ground. I could only cover the quilt, not the cushion.

I got into Cheng Chengcheng's quilt, and she had a carpet mat, which was very warm.

She seemed to wake up and turned around.

I said, "It's so cold."

I was worried that she would drive me away, so I can only say that.

She gently put her hand on me and hugged me: "Is it warm?"

this?

Will the leader care so much about people?

It will be so warm.

Three words, three words warm, gentle and beautiful.

I nodded.

Very tired, I continued to sleep, and didn't think about anything else.

When I woke up early in the morning, Cheng Chengcheng got up before me.

She sat by the campfire, and the morning sun shone on her face.

I also arrived at the bonfire and added some firewood to the bonfire.

I said, "Do you think I'm too crowded and then get up?"

She said, "It's time to get up."

I asked, "Are you sleeping well?"

She said, "Nothing is good or not."

After saying that, she left.

I asked loudly, "Where to go?"

She said, "Come on, wash up quickly, I'll go to a place later."

Well, this was finally an invitation to me, rather than a sudden farewell.

I quickly washed up and asked my subordinates to clean up. After they packed up, I followed them.

I jumped onto Cheng Chengcheng's business car.

I asked her why she didn't take a RV.

She didn't answer, took out the map and looked at it.

I asked, "We are going to visit the secrets of the Wangling, right?"

She said: "Those places have been explored, and what we are going to be places for sacrifice."

I asked, "Where is the place for sacrifice?"

She said: "A little over twenty kilometers away from here, there is an altar of the Western Xia Dynasty, next to a small village, which is no longer like this, but there may be something I want to see there."

I asked, "By the way, is it really useful to study these all day long?"

She won't answer my question anymore.

Is it useful?

Of course it is useful, otherwise, why did she have such a large group and so many people?

Of course, I don’t understand how she did it, and I don’t understand it very much.

From the Women's Prison to this place, she has always been like a god. No matter where she goes to the world or where she can suddenly bring in a huge team of talents of all kinds.

No matter which talent you are, you can find everything.

If you don’t accept it, you won’t be able to do it.

The car drove to a small village near. After getting off the bus, I looked at the village covered with yellow sand and said, "What's there here? Where is the altar?"

There is no altar, nothing.

Could it be that there is treasure underground?

Or are there cultural relics, some things left by the ancient Western Xia Kingdom?

No, nothing.

After Cheng Chengcheng got off the bus, I asked her: "What's here?"

She said, "Nothing."

I had a big question mark: "Then what are we doing here?"

She said, "It's so much."

She walked forward.

I followed her forward.

When she walked to a small earth slope, she looked up and saw that the earth slope was not very high.

Then, climb up.

Halfway through the climb, my feet slipped and fell into my arms.

I hugged her all at once and said, "Is it okay?"

She said, "You don't need to support me."

I said, "If I don't help you, you will fall to death and don't want me to support you?"

She continued to walk up.

I followed behind me.

I asked, "By the way, do you have any objections to me?"

She said, "I don't know."

I said, "After coming back this time, you have always wanted to be prejudiced to me."

She didn't answer me either.

To the top.

Top of the hillside.

What can you see?

No.

There is nothing on the top of the mountain either.

I asked, "What did you see."

She raised her head, faced her face to the sky, closed her eyes as if she was feeling something.

I asked, "What are you doing?"

She asked me: "There are dense crowds around, they are lined up, the wizards are dancing and singing on the altar, and some are kneeling down, some are crying, some are laughing, some are scared, and some are crazy."

I looked around: "Nothing."

She continued to murmur: "And there are some people who do not cry or laugh. The wizards ask them to die and sacrifice themselves. They walk into the fire pit and walk under the sword. What force drives them forward?"
To be continued...