C115 Kunlun(5)

It was an unbearably hot June in the middle of the summer. A huge black dog was hanging under the tree, singing its song tirelessly. Its tongue was hanging out of its mouth, and it was giving off its own steam.

Not far ahead from where the black dog was lying, there was a field of wheat. There was no need for the farmers to brandish their scythes. The weather in June had changed drastically