The nuclear boat soared in the clouds and sky, and the boat sailed at the same speed as it, but the distance was far away. It was obvious that Murong Chuyi's dislike of Everett Jiang had reached the extreme, and he was not even willing to fly side by side.
At dusk, the setting sun sinks into the depths of the sea of clouds, and the glow flowing beside the boat is like a human river. Blake Gu had never seen the world, so he kept leaning on the side of the boat and looking around. In his blue eyes, which were washed by rain, he reflected the golden crows sinking in the west, and the distant mountains and vast waters.
Just as he was watching with interest, something suddenly poked his calf twice.
Blake Gu turned around and saw no one at first glance. When he lowered his eyes, he saw that it was a ceramic servant who had been enchanted and could walk. The servant's painting was very crude, with one eye high and one low, and the nose and mouth were even more crowded together. Blake Gu found it funny and laughed out loud: "Who made this? Hahaha, this is too much." It's ugly!"
The bamboo curtain in the cabin lifted and fell, and Jiang Ye, dressed in white and snowy lotus root, came out. He sat on the wooden wheelchair where spiritual power circulated and said to Blake Gu, "You pinched it."
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