Bind the Human Slaughter System and Become a God in Half a Year

The vast desert is far away, the yellow dragon is rolling in the sand, There are tens of thousands of border troops, and the wind brings bitterness. A fat and strong swordsman came over from the other side, carrying a sword wrapped in rags and scabbard. He walked with a rootless and carefree step, with a look of vicissitudes and cynicism on his face. Although he looks thirty years old, he has the energy of a naughty boy of twelve or thirteen years old. In this border town, no matter how luxurious your clothes are, they are a burden. Because the sleepless yellow sand will always be carried by the wind and fill your sleeves, collar, and soles. No matter how beautifully you dress up when you go out today, or how clean your face is, at the end of the day, you will turn into a living "terracotta warriors and horses", with a layer of fine yellow sand sticking to your body, and your face will always turn gray, as if you have no energy. Every morning when you wake up, there are grains of sand in the corners of your eyes. Therefore, he only wore a thick robe, and underneath was a very old, dark blue coarse cloth shirt. When it gets hot, just like the Tibetan brothers, they casually take off the thick robe and wrap it loosely around their waists. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.