I looked up at this fiery cloud, a piece of fiery red, "Ah~ At this moment, I want to recite a poem." "I cleared my throat and was able to speak now.

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't come up with a half-sentence poem, so I chose to give up, after all, I didn't have that talent. I stared intently at the red cloud, like a time-traveling tunnel in Star Trek, or a fleeting spaceship in an ET novel.

I blinked at the sky vision, and blinked for a long time to see that it was an ordinary fiery cloud, and nothing came out of the cloud, and nothing came in from the outside. I was a little disappointed, maybe I didn't study astronomy and geography, and I didn't understand the real reason for this strange weather.

"Everything Grows to the Sun" Chapter 122 Man Bear is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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