"Ouch! Autumn white! Are you sure you are on the right path? "

Chu zhaoyue complains feebly. He takes up his clothes and wipes the sweat drops on his forehead. He stops his sour steps. He looks suspiciously at the spring and Autumn period when he is walking in front of himself. He is walking happily and easily. He is walking under the wind. Then he turns around and looks at the rolling mountains, one after the other. They are rolling down and lingering Mian, seemingly endless mountains, Chu zhaoyue's just great doubt, immediately multiplied!

"hum!" Hundred Li spring and autumn also stopped, turned around, looked at the tired Chu...