The feel of a blizzard and a sandstorm are completely different.
Perhaps to the strange beings, they are nothing more than "crackle crackle" and "whoosh whoosh," but to humans, they signify pain and danger.
A figure wrapped in dust burrowed into the shelter buried beneath the yellow sands.
Quicksand slid down from all around, sealing the sandstorm outside.
Lu Li lifted the hood pouring fine sand, wiping away the grains stuck to his cheek, but soon, a new figure slipped into the shelter and again covered his face with sand.
"Why do you want to come to a place like this? Barry hates sand,"
The figure patted his face and hair, spitting fiercely.
"You don't have to follow me."
Lu Li unscrewed his water bottle, moistening his throat, and spat out the sand stuck to his teeth.
"No way, Lu Li is Barry's best friend, Barry must protect you," Barry said firmly.
