The surging sound of Xiao gradually stops, and the music of Shang Mo Ran is finished.

Chu zhaoyue rubs her eyes again. Eh, just now she looks at the flowers that are at least ten centimeters tall. How can they look like they are as tall and short as when she first came here.

Chu zhaoyue was stunned for a long time. He reached out and scratched his head full of fog. It was a bit awkward and mysterious. It should be that she looked at the past at a glance. It was all red like blood. It was all full of blood. She looked too long. Her vision was...