Wen Qiu came to a coordinate point suitable for seclusion, planted some green and elegant trees, and raised some bright and cute fish. There was no one else to talk to when he was swinging his sword, and he occasionally had two or three friends with whom he could chat.
It's just that her best friend always makes strange expressions at her home.
Wen Qiu looked back.
The seventh-level mutated tree returned to its welcoming pine posture.
The eighth-level mutated fish turned its head and gnawed at the algae.
It's really the water and the wood, and the years are quiet.
Concept: The world is in chaos, nature is harmonious and beautiful.
