Zhu Qing

Whirlwind!

Whirlwind!

…

Duan Ling Tian’s figure flashed as he searched all around.

In the end, he noticed that there wasn’t a trace of the little gold mouse, and this caused him to feel rather helpless.

"I wonder where Little Gold is?" Duan Ling Tian was slightly worried.

Although he could confirm that the little gold mouse ought to have no been harmed by the sandstorm, but the hearts of men were dangerous. If Little Gold encountered other martial artists, it would be a potential danger to her.

It was fine if it was a weak martial artist, but he was afraid that Little Gold would encounter a formidable martial artist.

"Presently, I utterly don’t know what place this is." Duan Ling Tian looked at his surroundings, and only a boundless desert entered his eyes, a desert whose bounds were too far for the eye to see.

He didn’t know from which direction did the sandstorm blow him from, nor did he know where the little gold mouse was blown to now.