C952 Blood Horn Python

Feng Yimo lovingly patted Liu Ruomei's head, "Alright, I'll follow Brother Feng!"

"Right, Brother Feng, why is this wasteland called the Blood Python Wasteland?" Liu Ruomei asked again.

Lian and Kong Ping also pricked up their ears. The wasteland in front of them was filled with yellow sand and gravel. Not a single blade of grass could be seen. When the wind blew, dust flew everywhere