C831 The Trip to the Ruins

The trip to the ruins.

Early in the morning, at four or five o'clock, the sky had just turned white. Everything on the Nicotine looked fresh and natural. It was so pure that it made people feel relaxed and relaxed, as if it was a light ink painting.

In an unknown desolate place, the earth was solemn and the mountain peaks were protruding. There was not even a trace of green in the surroundings