C67 External inflammation and xuanhua

Plum and Bamboo Horse

"Who are you?"

The little pink ball was lying on the branch, her voice soft.

Beneath the tall golden ancient sacred tree stood a small figure. Dressed in a fiery red robe, both of his eyes were red and black, as if there was a small flame dancing in the night sky. He slowly raised his head and saw a pair of bright black eyes blinking on the pink ball on the tree