This is to wipe out the future and hope.
The setting sun on the top of the head is sinking, and the orange luster is falling obliquely.
The huge black stone forest around the giant pit was pulled out by the sunset.
It projects obliquely into the great pit.
That dark and sad atmosphere, as well as that ferocious momentum.
Yin test, more people shudder.
It's like walking on the edge of hell.
Ouyang Yufei, xuanyuanche, Liuyue, Yunzhao, four people walking silently, silent, very depressed, very silent.
"Why?" In this depression.
Since seeing this huge pit, xuanyuanche, who had not spoken, suddenly opened his mouth.
The voice is very heavy, heavy with indescribable hoarseness.
Looking up, xuanyuanche looks at Ouyang Yufei deeply. The expression in his eyes is too plicated.
"I've been to the island of the dead. The grass grows and the birds fly. The butterflies fly and the bees circle. The spring water is clear and beautiful. It's a fairy mansion.
It's a fairyland that pletely surpasses the Central Plains and makes people happy.
Not so.
It's not this ferocious black mountain, it's not this baby's bone, it's not this poor mountain, it's not this gloomy hell.
Ouyang Yufei, tell me, is this the island of hell
Looking at Ouyang Yufei, xuanyuanche's voice is very heavy.
He's been here. He's been here to heal his wounds.
At that time, what he saw was a fairyland.
The islanders are modest and courteous, dear Yuga.
The friendliness of human nature has been brought into full play.
And the fairy mountain god lake on the island is verdant and blue, with countless natural materials and earth treasures in full bloom.
If you dig down, you can dig up a hundred years of ginseng resources.
That kind of beauty surrounded by bees and butterflies is not available in other places at all.
That's the overseas fairyland, where the gods live.
There is today's magnificent sea view.
Ferocious landscape, bloody breath.
This is not the island of the underworld in his memory, No.
Listening to xuanyuanche's questions, Ouyang Yufei draws a bitter smile from his back to the corners of the three people's mouths, which is beyond description.
There is a kind of sadness in it.
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