She simply said nothing.

Seeing that the wind and sand became bigger again, Jia Long ran to a low bush without caring about the drone and fell to the ground.

After curled up into a ball, Jia Long called out again.

"Did you see that holding your head with your hands and shrinking into a ball can minimize the damage of the sandstorm. Now let's wait and see when it will weaken relatively."

Of course she doesn't have to care about drones. If the drone produced by the system can't even stand up to this little wind and sand, the system will not be so magical.

Time passed little by little, and the wind and sand in the sky became more and more powerful.

Jia Long has long been unable to speak the words of the book.

Even if I used my clothes to cover my mouth and nose, I felt a burst of sand and gravel in my mouth and poured it into my nostrils, making her astringent and astringent taste, and her breathing became difficult and very uncomfortable.

In such natural disasters, humans are really like a drop in the ocean, without any resistance.

The sand whistling in the wind soon covered her with a shallow layer.

The originally black and black hair, as bright as silk, was also gray.

Everyone in the live broadcast room, like Jia Long, didn't dare to show off when they saw this scene.

“Nature is so terrible.”

"Mr. Long should be fine."

"She said it was okay, it should be fine."

Jia Long squatted down on the ground. She was actually anxious, but she was not completely anxious about the sandstorm.

What she is anxious about is time.

The duration of a sandstorm is often very long at a time.

If she doesn't stop quickly, it seems like the longest-blowing sandstorm in the legend, wouldn't she be unable to get out of the desert for a few days?

At least Jia Long was waiting in the wild sand for more than an hour, and the space was gray and seemed a little dark, so he felt that the wind and sand were a little smaller.

Although the wind was still flying, she could finally raise her head.

From the outside world's eyes, this bushland that has changed greatly has long been turned into a world of fine sand.

Among the sand and gravel, a small raised object that seemed to be deeper in color than elsewhere moved a little.

Then with a thud, a girl's figure turned on the sand.

She looks dirty, but there is no part of her body that is relatively clean.

His eyes were almost unable to open, and after blinking for a while, he opened his eyes.

"Ahem, ahem."

Jia Long coughed for a long time.

After she stood up, she moved her waist with a very sore and soft waist because she had been in a slump position for a long time.

Then look at the side, the drone seemed to have not been affected too much, and just hung on the branches of a shrub.

It seemed that she could not move because she was blown by the wind, but in fact she was photographing the area where she was, and it was not off the air from beginning to end.

"Can you see me? It's great, but fortunately the drone is not broken."

Jia Long walked up and pretended to check the drone.

Then she looked at the screen again and saw that the barrage was filled with the audience's concern.

Jia Long smiled and thanked him, then wiped the surface of the machine with his sleeve.

"666, it's scary after shaving for more than an hour."

"What wind, horror, the shrubs and date palm trees are bent over, as if they are about to be blown away."

"The point is that sand, you dare to believe it."

"The dust that Master Long eats in this hour is more than that we eat in our lifetime."
Chapter completed!