Wood and mud flowing toward Suo. Ben.

Forest - earth life. A root mane bristling in the mountains and back, silver dazzling. Forest like a sleeping animal trainer, endless hustle prevalent. Occasionally expose a block clearing, shadow mixed. Treetop birds, the sound of whining. The air is full of the smell of humic germination; moonlight Sabian every corner - cool and serious. Through the forest, in front of a touch of clouds, it was a river, lined with hanging dew and bushes. River waves, or sparkling silver or black waves rolling in. Zhuzu tread gingerly precursor to the banks of the shadow of Yao Yao faceoff world. Moonlight silent witness to. Can run to when, extending over several generations of obsession, and now it will destroy the pride of self-righteousness in the hands of the crown of creation! Run it! Even my body became flesh bones, obsession soul will linger sky vast land.