Blue Maple looks at the setting sun in the distance with his back. The back looks like a great feeling. The golden setting sun sets a layer of gilt edge on his body, adding a mythical charm. "Tell me your troubles, maybe I can help you." Blue Maple's voice is very pleasant. It seems that someone is playing an elegant classical music with zither, which makes people calm down. Deng Xiao silently feels the peaceful atmosphere. I don't know when Deng Xiao can reach this state.

"bluegrass." Deng Xiao spits out three words. He is very looking forward to the answer of this super power myth? It's a long way...