C840 Dusk night

Zhang Zitao laid powerlessly in a vast and empty desert. No matter where he went, he would be like endless sand in the desert, and he felt like he himself was about to die here.

He lied on the desert and looked up at the sky. The sky was very blue, with a few clouds floating in the air, floating with the wind. The sun was very glaring, as if it was going to dry Zhang Zitao up