Nie Xiaorou cleared her throat and chanted in a lonely and bleak voice.

"Birds fly across thousands of mountains, and people die in thousands of paths."

"The old man in a boat, a straw hat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

Nie Xiaorou thought about it.

Bang!

Explode instantly!

A group of wealthy businessmen: "!"

A group of accompanying scholars: "!"

A very touching picture formed in their minds. The mountains and mountains are snowy, the roads are white. Birds are gone and people are lost. The scenery is vast, the scenery is lonely and cold. The artistic conception is secluded and the mood is desolate.

Fishing snow alone in the river is so lonely and desolate.

Shangguan Yun: "!"

Legend of the East: "!"

Yan Qingling: "!"
Chapter completed!