C640 Meet Dong Chuan

The bright sunlight shined on the streets of Black Hell City.

The trees on both sides of the street were lush, and the sunlight that penetrated the leaves on the ground was like shredded paper, mottled with glaze. Chen Yang and An Zixuan sat in a carriage. He lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked out the window.

Looking at such a scene on this ancient street