C593 Don't Blow Yourself up too

Yin Qingyue looked at the painting in her hand with satisfaction.

It was indeed very perfect.

The brilliant fireworks stopped at the moment of blooming and turned into a still and resplendent light. The curtain of rain was stirred by the airflow that was about to sweep away and the rain that fell from the sky was torn into mist.

On the road that was filled with water