After a sudden change, Qingji never thought that he would be in such a situation. Flies were biting his wounds, wheat stubble was breaking through his flesh, and his broken body was going to be buried here today? Water! Why is there water?
What is this? It seems to be the dragon that grandpa said? Is it lacking water? You have to water it quickly. Qing Ji slowly opened his eyes, a little boy, a broken bucket, water splashing everywhere, wait, this smell, boy, it's wrong, hey, this riding horse is a dung bucket!
Intention: The great virtue of heaven and earth, the common people