Lin Luoran feels that something is tied on her waist. She feels pain all over her so she can only lower her head a little and take a look. It is a dirty rag. With the help of the rag, Lin Luoran is put on the sand and she barely dodges a bullet.

She has never known that there will be fog in the desert. The rag slips back. It is dark and foggy. Lin Luoran cannot see clearly, nor can she figure out the one that saved her.

She hears Wen Guanjing’s grunt from the air. ...