C600 False Proof Immortal Who Had Turned His Arm Around(5)

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

A young girl was carrying a food bucket as she strolled through the peach blossom forest, stepping on crisp, withered branches and withered leaves.

It was autumn and winter now. There had been no rain in the countryside for a long time. The weather was dry, and the dried branches and withered leaves under her feet were not much moisture