the True Meaning Of the Mythical Grade (2)

"Flying light and flying light, persuade you to have a cup of wine..."

Vaguely, a chant sounded in his ears.

"I don't know how high the sky is, how thick the yellow soil is..."

"Only when the moon is cold and the sun is warm, come and fry my life..."

Li Shouyi stood on the tall building of the Luming Villa, looking up at the sky.

"Li He's 'bitter day are short'!" He thought.

The rain above his head gradually changed color under the moonlight.

In the rain, the moonlight interweaved like gold and silver threads.

The strings were like olives, falling straight down into the vast sky.

"Imperial pulp!" Li Shouyi bowed to the rain.

The rain was warm, like a treasure.

It was imperial pulp!

Not only that!

He also saw that the shooting star that was trailing in the sky and falling to the northwest gradually became illusory.

It kept falling.