At noon in the middle of summer, there was not a single cloud in the clear blue sky, only a huge fireball looking down on the sky and the earth, wantonly emitting endless heat, it was really unfriendly, the trees by the roadside were hanging down their branches weakly, and the leaves were "roasted" as if they were oily, and they looked shiny.

The cicadas on the trees made one after another "I know, I know" calls, very sharp, the cicadas chirped in a row, I felt that my eardrums were going to shatter, such a hot day, they seem to be the most energetic.

"Dad, why are the cicadas screaming so loudly? On such a hot day, are they not tired or hot? Xiao Hao was curious......

"This fairy grass is really difficult" Chapter 78: The sound of frogs is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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