A whip sounded from the mist. The fishtail flicked, cutting through the mist, and a ray of moonlight fell diagonally.

The moonlight falls on the reef by the river, on which sits a black beauty. The slender mermaid curves and delicate face are like a bewitching queen on a summer night.

The sound of the whip only threw out a ray of moonlight, and the sky and the earth were still misty, and the moon viewing Shichiro was surrounded by a thick fog.

The black beauty said to herself on the reef: "It's dark, and there is no one." I'm hungry when I wait. ”

Guanyue Shichiro unconsciously took two steps back: Hungry?

"Don't worry, the fog is so thick that he can't run away. ”

Shichiro took two steps back in the fog: It's a trap! But who is she talking to?

"yes, the fog is so big, how can Shichiro find me?"

The moon watching Qilang made a loud alarm bell, turned around and walked quickly: Are there so many Qilang in the world?

"Don't be afraid, let me dance a song of heaven and earth requiem to dispel the fog. ”

Catch up with the fog? Guanyue Shichiro stopped, curious: She wants to catch the fog, how to catch the fog? This is a very magical appearance.

I saw the black beauty break off the peach tree branch by the river and smoke it around, and the fog around her gradually dispersed with the strong wind.

The black beauty's slender hand hit the reef, and her slender body jumped lightly towards the lake. thought she would sink into the water, but she stood firmly on the water, walked in the waves, and crossed the river independently.

Why? How did she stand on the water?

The mist, with the strong wind, spread out in circles between her sleeves, and a moonlit lake rippled on the water.

She wants to use a requiem dance to drive away the dense fog that covers Surabaya and floods the heavens and the earth. With a peachy branch in her left hand and a twist in her right hand, she began to glide across the river. The peach tree wards off evil spirits, she holds the peach branch in her mouth, sometimes like a sonorous geese, flapping its wings and taking off, sometimes like a light swallow, gliding over the water, sometimes like an elegant swan, rolling its wings, spinning in the water.

The peach branch in his mouth cut through the mist, stirred it up, dispersed it, drove it away, and the mist became thinner and thinner, and gradually dispersed. In this foggy Surabaya, half-pouring moonlight can already be seen.

There are people in this world who can row boats, some people can skate, but I have never seen anyone who can ski water. There is no boat or ice in Surabaya, how does she slide? Guanyue Shichiro sincerely admired: "The world is really wonderful!"