So he skimmed the corner of his lips and walked straight down the other end of the rock wall.

"In fact, there may be water in the rocky zone in the desert. For example, you can see that there may be water sources stored in the cracks of the rocks over there when it rained. Of course, the water in our hands is enough, so we won't waste time exploring."

Jia Long refers to a rock pit.

Although there seems to be no water on the surface, there is not a small space inside the pit, and there is really a possibility of water storage.

She originally intended to be more awkward in the live broadcast room, but she didn't expect the audience to be...

"Don't listen, Xiaolong recites scriptures."

Jia Long's expression was stunned, and a look of anger and anger appeared on his face.

She snorted coldly, and refused to waste her words and tongues next.

This is called being brought up the rhythm. Although the audience is not malicious, it has always affected her live broadcast mood.

After a while of rest, Jia Long still checked the time.

It was almost noon at 10 o'clock.

It felt that under the wind and sand, the temperature at this moment was not as exaggerated as before, so she went to a rock blocking the wind and drew water, cut a few pieces of jackal meat to eat.

Then she stood up and told the audience: "I am going to continue rushing, because although the temperature is high now, it is not too exaggerated to me. It is about thirty degrees, and there is still some time to move forward before the temperature continues to rise."

"Don't listen, Xiaolong recites scriptures."

Seeing that the live broadcast room was still setting the pace, Jia Long was a little unhappy.

"You guys have enough."

Her sweet words sounded a bit coquettish, but they were not moved at all in the barrage.

As soon as she spoke, the audience would say, "Don't listen, Xiaolong recites scriptures."

Jia Long said he was very hurt and was in a bad mood.

She had no idea of ​​talking when she was rushing to the next journey.

Just walked silently.

Fortunately, the rhythm was only a while. After a while, the audience was unhappy when they saw Jia Long, and in turn made her happy.

Jia Long was not really that stingy. Seeing that time had passed by about an hour, she wiped the hot sweat from her face.

"It's so hot, it's starting again."

In fact, in addition to being a little angry just now, she really didn't want to talk.

At noon in the desert, the surrounding wind and sand were still very strong, but the sandstorm blocked the sunlight but did not completely block the temperature in the desert.

It was almost half past eleven noon at this moment, and Jia Long felt sweating profusely.

"It is unwise to go on. I said that too high or too low a body temperature will waste the body's moisture and physical strength."

It was a bit beyond Jia Long's expectations to be able to rush to the afternoon of 11:00. After all, she would never dare to rush to the sun at noon in the desert.

But now even the midday temperature of sandstorms is beginning to make people unable to hold on.

The temperature at noon in a sandstorm can be about thirty degrees, or it will be forty degrees.

And if there is wind to help cool down, the body temperature that the human body feels will be lower.

But the temperature at noon is still too high, and it is definitely not a wise move to continue rushing to consume too much.

Jia Long raised his head and looked around.

She vaguely felt that the wind in the sky was getting stronger again.

The sand was sweeping down all over the sky, and she couldn't even see the distance of about fifty meters.
Chapter completed!