Chu zhaoyue, who has been beaten into a piece of paper in a row, stared at the empty eyes, at a cluster of strange flowers in front of her that she didn't know and was blooming. On her dull face full of black clouds, she was "wheezed" and hit up a withered leaf again, firmly on her face, unwilling to come down.

Chu zhaoyue turns her head and looks around. She looks like a ghost in the spring and Autumn period. After she suddenly leaves, half of the ghost is gone. There are only a series of ups and downs, a group of plants in the wild. Chu zhaoyue is...