The sky is full-bodied and seems to be dripping ink. The blue and blue electric light is rolling in and out of the clouds, and the occasional roar is higher than a while.

after such a thrilling experience, the passengers are afraid to run around again for fear that the next person in danger is themselves, waiting for the recovery of the road.

Zongxia was sitting on the rock beside him, with a toothpick that had been detoxified with a lighter in one hand. He was carefully picking out the broken stones in his arm mixed with flesh and blood for Shiqian.

lighters are borrowed from smoking passengers. Toothpicks It's...