C353 It should be my turn, right?

It's my turn, isn't it?

Demonic Wolf Valley, in a valley.

Red flowers covered the field, green vines coiled around the mountain, and a trace of water inexplicably appeared on the jade green ground. As more and more water stains emerged, turning into a small pond the size of a washbasin, faint smoke began to rise like a graceful woman twisting her hips.

"White mist