I can't remember how many years ago it was. The mountains were covered with green trees, the greenness was dripping, and the fresh air was refreshing. I don't know when it started. Trees fell, sand flowed, and rain and wind blew away dirt.
To this day, Mu Youchun's pain is still continuing, but he seems to be enjoying it.
Xiao Shitou wondered: "Master, it's wrong..."
"What's wrong?"
"Why is Brother Mu's face so red?"
Ling Yinyi looked at the person with bright red ears: "Oh? Really?"
Purpose: It is everyone's responsibility to love and protect forests.