A Hundred Battles Through Yellow Sand, Wearing Golden Armor; Without Breaking Loulan, We Shall Not Return

[Traveling in the desert with clouds overhead to block the sun feels so good.]

[Really, it does feel amazing.]

[The past few days were so dry my fingers were practically falling off!]

[My face was so dry it was about to crack!]

Shen Le trudged unevenly across the Gobi, his face full of disbelief. Xiao Ling, you're a Puppet! You're made of wood!

How could your face possibly dry out and crack!

Fine, your face really was painted, but I sprayed a setting solution over the paint too. Just walking through the desert wouldn't make it crack that quickly!

Even so, arguing with the little ones was not a good idea. Shen Le silently focused his mind and lightly shook the flagpole, using his spiritual power to activate the Talisman on the banner.

The next instant, a burst of moisture sprayed from the banner, swirling around Shen Le and the little ones beside him before slowly spreading out.

Part of it merged with the thin clouds overhead, making them cover the group even more diligently and shielding them from the blazing sun overhead;

The rest lightly surrounded them, bringing refreshing coolness and a moist touch. Beside him, a Red Wedding Dress waved a sleeve and muttered unhappily:

[Wet! This time it's too wet! Shen Le, look, my sleeves are practically soaked—]

Shen Le helplessly waved a hand. A water-repelling Talisman flashed faintly, whisking away the excess moisture from its body. Could you all take it a little easier?

Don't treat me like a human air conditioner!

Even an air conditioner needs a ceiling overhead and walls and windows around it! If you make it blast away in an open field, it won't be able to handle it either, okay?!

Yet he still worked tirelessly. He cast Fireball, summoning the faintest,