A long street, covered with yellow sand, the shops on both sides also eroded by the sand, as if they were forged by it.
Si Snake walked at the front, Chen Long at the back.
Yu Zichuan, as usual, didn't walk properly, carrying his large bow, traversing rooftops, kicking up sand.
Meng Lang was choked by the sand, coughed a few times, and grumbled, "Can't you come down and walk? Flying around all day, do you think you're a bird?"
Yu Zichuan rewarded him with a footful of sand.
Meng Lang, frustrated, said, "Yu, won't you stop?"
All the way, he's the one carrying burdens, chopping wood, doing all the heavy work.
While Yu Zichuan didn't have to do anything.
He's been annoyed by Yu Zichuan for a long time.
And now that he had the chance, he naturally wanted a good fight with Yu Zichuan.
He threw the burdens aside, leapt onto the rooftop, and started a brawl with Yu Zichuan.
The desolate and silent ancient town, like a ghost town, without even a bird in sight.
