Wu Xiang crossed one strange cave after another, as well as the sewage flowing freely, and once again heard the vulgar and twisted curses, complaints, and sadness coming from all directions.
The walls were mottled and cracked, and the narrow ditch that stretched to the end was approaching quickly and whizzing away again.
Wu Xiang opened the door, and the faint light from the outside broke through the darkness, but the inside of the house was still chaotic and hazy, with a rotten stench.
Xiao Wuxiang: "I'm back."
High School Wu Xiang: "I'm back."
University Wu Xiang: "I'm back."
A black river surges under the bridge, like a black hole about to swallow up the slender and fragile bridge body.
Red and blue light reflected in the sky.
Ye Qing: "He doesn't need a net, he wants love."
This is not chicken soup.
I would like to pay tribute to all those who are eager and persistent to fly, thank the party that continues to innovate itself and insist on serving the people, thank those who work hard and contribute silently in every job, thank everyone in the society who uses their own light to illuminate and warm others, and thank us for every era we have spent together.
Purpose: To pay tribute to all those who are eager and persistent to fly
