Between Tianlong and Tianlong, between villages and villages, between windmills and windmills, between locust trees and locust trees, the continuous wheat fields and the sunshine in June are shining with dazzling golden light everywhere.
There is still a trace of cold in the wild. The key is that the dew is too heavy and wet everywhere.
A group of Germans raised their fists and shouted. There was blood everywhere. Some people sang songs loudly. Bricks and stones were all over the ground.
The next day, vivi really led Liu Cuicui around. They went to parks, zoos, shopping malls and museums.
In such a land full of spirituality, myths and legends are almost everywhere.