Passing through the hand and not seeing the blackest black before the dawn of the five fingers, the blue began to wave on the horizon and began to brew from the east.

A round of red sun in the blue luster, jumping out of the horizon, swaying the golden light, covering the mountains and rivers.

The orange light shines on the cheeks of Haoyue, rendering a holy light.

"It's beautiful." Yun Zhao Lema stood and said softly.

I don’t know if it’s Jinu, or the moon around me.

Looking far and wide, Haoyue looked at the golden Wu who jumped out of the horizon, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "There is more beautiful."

At the beginning, she and Xuanyuan Che came out from the jungle of the Southern Song Dynasty, and together they climbed the top of the sunrise, the scenery is the most beautiful.

No scenery can match.

"Hey, really?" Yun Zhaoqiang held up and smiled at Haoyue.

Looking at Jinwu Xiaoxiao with a smile: "It used to be difficult for the sea, but Wushan is not a cloud."

I once remembered such a sentence, and now it seems to be the case.

The look is deep, and the cloud calls for the taste of the moon, almost whispering to me, the heart is full of scent, and sour.

"Brother, I said..."

"Hey." Yun Zhao looked up at Haoyue, but he did not say anything with a smile. Looking at the holy month of the beautiful sun, suddenly the body trembled and a blood spurted out.

The color is bright red, and on the green grass leaves, the ultimate feeling of red and green is rendered.

"Brother." Yun called the big scorpion, a pounce was swaying, and the moon that fell immediately fell, and hugged people tightly.

"Oh." Another bite, rendering a red-yellow placket.

Stretched up and stood up on the grass, smiling at the moon: "I didn't lie to me."

"Brother..." Yun called the teeth to bite the lower lip tightly.