C183 Here's a Present for You

Under the moonlight, there was no wind. The yellow sand was no longer yellow. That thick layer of blood stuck tightly to the surface, neither flowing nor disappearing, forming an extremely clear contrast with the bright moon in the sky.

Although Leng Youming said that, he still sat on the dune. His hands rubbed back and forth, not even sparing a glance at Fei Cheng