Fang Xiaocao moved back again with disdain, "You big oaf, go out there and use sand to scrub yourself off."
In the desert, water was a precious resource, a lifeline, so it was impossible to use it for bathing Taotie. The creature had to make do, rubbing itself with sand.
Uh...
It was like dry cleaning, hamster-style.
Perhaps Taotie couldn't stand the stench of scorpion dung on itself anymore.
With double swords in hand, he raced out of camp.
He had just left the camp and aimed for a small sand dune over a meter tall, leaping toward it like a cannonball.
Watching this, Fang Xiaocao shook her head.
"This big oaf."
Fang Xiaocao was no longer surprised by Taotie's foolishness.
Taotie, holding double swords, dove headfirst towards the sand dune, aiming to turn this small mound into his bathtub.
Suddenly!
An abnormality occurred!
A thick hand covered in keratin stretched out of the sand dune.
The next second!
