C903 Happy Bead Brush Journey

In the early morning, the ground was wet. The iron hooves of the war horses trampled on the grass, causing countless dewdrops to fly out, and the leaves in the forest drooped down. The tip of the leaves contained clear water droplets.

A thin cloud of dust filled the jungle, right in the middle of the branches of the trees. It looked like a milky white dress was wrapped around the trees