Hometown, house, ravine, street, friend, neighbor, visitor, passerby, in various forms.

Time is shallow through the stones, and people will eventually become strangers.

The "Public Village" is a place where the guest feels that he should not be ashamed but has to face abandonment.

In real life, villager B cuts trees with a sickle and sells them for money, and villager C picks up sand by the riverside beach to make up for his home.

Living in this kind of daily life, the cycle is obedient.

The gray peng galloped on the skyline, and kept going. The white clouds are pale and blue, and the clear sky is caressed by the breeze.

At the other end of the target, the scorching sun was in the sky.

The people who walked in the mountains and forests to play and play, although they were tired of the burning hairs and raised their sleeves to cover their faces, but the happy emotions were still buried in the boredom of the mezzanine.

Through the gaps in the low bushes, the group walked through the thorns, and the crackling sound was incessant.

Down the road is a small river, into which the clear and cold water of the stream flows.

People who realize that the object is their own do not care about the feelings of other living beings, and retreat freely into the river.

Just as fish, shrimp, insects and turtles do not know the life and death of people, and do not know the joy of people, they swim with them.

Shameless, despicable and pitiful!

The guest is in the back of the gray peng, the high wind hangs the roll, and the clouds are like long smoke.

If you feel the strong wind around you, you will feel that the black wind around your face is wrinkled, and you can't open your eyes.

swirled on the black light, gray and white intertwined with giant petal cotton clouds.

Wu Guoer looked at the sky of daylight, like a coiled dragon lying, and the torrential rain contained thunder. It seems that the ground is unstable, dizzy and paralyzed, and evil knows power.

Encountering this situation, the sword silently dragged the gray peng with the hand he was holding.

Gray Peng understood, and with a sudden sound, "whoosh" swooped straight stabs, and after fifteen moments, he gradually slid down obliquely.

The surrounding air flow was popping, ah! Wu Guo'er shouted, tugging at the stiff hairs of Gray Peng's back bone.

The guest looked at the elder in front of him, and his eyes inadvertently spotted the trees and quickly thickened.

The scenery goes from shallow to deep, and the surrounding area is substantialized.

Drink, stomp, click, land.

"What happened just now?" asked Jian Jian with a puzzled look, "Why did you suddenly change the sky?"

"I don't know~" Wu Guoer felt that there might be an unforeseen situation, but she didn't say nonsense......

The guest walked in front, quietly groping his way forward.

There was a crisp sound of snorting, and two pairs of feet stepped on the branches on the ground.

The noise of the heart has a rhythm, step by step, step by step.

"Pop" seems to be a loud sound in front of it, as if an object suddenly stopped.

The movement appeared, Zi Yan stopped, and his eyes swept straight at the yin quilt that he might suspect in front of him.

Sure enough, there was a ghostly light hidden in the darkness, locking on Zi Yan and his party like lightning.

But when he saw the pace behind Zixi, his eyes suddenly froze.

Zi Yan confronted each other for a while and continued to move forward.

Wu Guo'er and Shejian waited for Zi Yan unhurriedly.

I took three steps, and the fourth step was just a step with my leg raised. The lurkers in the shadows turned around and ran.

Zi Yan turned around and put aside the sword Wu Guo'er to signal, and stood in place without replying.

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"It's better to rest in place in this ghost weather, find a cool place to stay. He gestured.

Wu Guo'er looked up at the sky, and the thick clouds of dazzling ink became more and more compact.

Zi Yan looked around and carefully felt that the dark and drowsy weather was gradually turning dark.

"Find an open space and let's go rest and go. ”