Every word she has is like a knife.

Scrape the bones with a knife.

Zheng Xiyuan's scalp hurts a little.

"Shopkeeper Yue..."

He rubbed his scalp and stopped talking.

The wind gradually became smaller.

A wave of sandstorms passed and the sky gradually became clear.

Chi Yue vented and looked out the car window.

The desert is covered with yellow sand, and it is endless.

Little Crow, where are you?
Chapter completed!