C1320 Who Is Going to Take My Seven and a Half Kilograms?

If Zheng Feiyue could use three words to describe the main hues of the Wasteland, they would be: sandstorm, loess, brown rock.

"Pah pah pah!"

The sandstorm swept the night sky, two ghostly figures shuttled back and forth in the sandstorm. Zheng Feiyue spat out the sand in his mouth as he cursed, "It's really not a place for a human to stay