The sky was already dusky as a large expanse of sunset glow arose in the west.
Amidst the glow, distant forests were stained with layers of colors.
The mist around Immortal Sorrow Cliff, under the amber-colored sunset, was as light as a sheer veil, floating and sinking, like the graceful dance of an immortal maiden.
The evening breeze wafted as a solitary goose flew distantly, presenting a beautiful scene of the sunset.
However, at this moment, Wang Xiaoqiang had no time to appreciate the scenery, as his eyes were firmly fixed on the pink tender tongue of Little Qing, shaped like a willow leaf outside her mouth.
He saw that the tongue could bend into the shape of a drill bit, and Wang Xiaoqiang secretly marveled, excited and thrilled.
The tongue of a snake species, utterly incomparable to that of a human.
...
Half an hour later, Wang Xiaoqiang felt slightly fatigued, so he had Little Qing keep watch and comfortably lay down in her arms to nap for a moment.
