"Do you know where this is?" Wang Xiaohai asked the man with glasses.
"How would I know? Were you also sucked in by a black hole, brother?" the man with glasses said, "A black hole the size of a football field appeared in our city square. Everyone in the square was sucked in, and in the blink of an eye, they fell into this desert!"
"Football field? Where are you from?" Wang Xiaohai thought that the black vortex was as big as the continent. Could it be that this person was not from the Evil Spirit Continent?
"I'm from Guangdong. Do you want me to speak Cantonese to you?" said the man with glasses.
"Where is Guangdong?" Wang Xiaohai was confused for a moment. "Which country is it, and what is your profession?"
"Brother, stop pretending. You and I are from the same country, and you speak Mandarin too!" the man with glasses said. "I'm a programmer by profession. What about you? You look young, so you should still be studying."
"Mandarin, isn't this the universal language of the universe?" Wang Xiaohai was a little puzzled, then suddenly realized, "You are from Earth!"
"Ah—are you an alien?" The programmer with glasses opened his mouth wide. "Stop kidding, you look almost like me. And why are you naked? I'm telling you, I don't like the same sex!"
"I'll lend you some clothes. It's so hot anyway, there's no point in wearing clothes!" Wang Xiaohai just realized that he was not wearing anything. If he had let the black vortex suck him in without resisting at the beginning, he would not be naked, because the suction was not strong at the beginning.
Wang Xiaohai grabbed the programmer's plaid shirt and tied it around his waist to use as an apron.
"I need money for my clothes!" shouted the programmer with glasses.
"Look, I don't even have a piece of cloth on me, how can I find money to give you? It's not nice to say I'm robbing you, so just think of it as lending it to me." Wang Xiaohai's upper body was shining in the sun.
The programmer looked at Wang Xiaohai's sculpted muscles, swallowed hard, and didn't dare to say anything more. He thought he would be beaten to death if he continued. "Forget it, I'll give it to you."
The wretched old man with a goatee came over and said, "Stop arguing. I think I know what this is about. We must first work together and not quarrel among ourselves. Let's get out of the desert first, then we can talk about other things."
"What's going on?" Wang Xiaohai and the man with glasses asked at the same time.
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