classification:Science fiction |
author:Yang Xiaorong陽戎 |
state:in the series |
update:(2024-08-29 17:35:49) |
Right after she woke up, Ou Yang Rong tried to strike up a conversation with her. The girl didn't say a word, only flashing a pair of eyes like autumn water flowing through streams between the space between her knees and slender arms.,As the postgraduate hopeful was about to throw another dice, his body suddenly stiffened. He lowered his eyes and silently looked down at himself, noticing the unfamiliar Confucian robe he had always tried to ignore.,Then came the sound of water from outside. Unlike the ebb and flow of the tides, to 歐陽戎's ears, this sound was like a train roaring towards him from afar. It seemed to be coming from the end of the horizon, sweeping away everything in its path—flowers, birds, animals, mountains, and forests—all laid waste before it. The whole world trembled with the force of it.。