C92 Surprised to See an Ice-cold Face
The dark night was like thick ink satin, and no matter how the sea surged, it could not be washed away in the slightest. The bright starlight scattered over the black area, reflecting on the surface of the sea.
The bright moon breezes, the ethereal dream.
All of a sudden, a beam of fire shot out from the island and tore open a big hole in the blue sea