Luo Jia walked on the moor.

The sand and dust of the wind scraped against his cheeks, snatching away the last of the moisture. His lips were cracked, his skin was like sandpaper, and the intense sunlight fumigated his eyes, causing physiological tears to gush out, which were immediately dried by the hot air.

For as long as he can remember, he's been walking. He was vaguely aware that he had something to do. But the earth cracked beneath his feet, and the cracks stretched all the way to the border of vision, pointing to the junction of heaven and earth in the dusk. The wind rolls the dust and hits

"40k: The Star of Colchis" Chapter 37 All the gods are damned are hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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