C1649 Starvation

In the desolate and desolate desert, strong winds whistled, filling the sky with yellow sand that covered the sky and blotted out the sun. It was completely dark from afar.

Ling Yun was lying on top of the weeds with his eyes closed. The veins on his face were popping out from time to time, squirming like a centipede as blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth