North line.
In the boundless clear sky, a towering steel airship was breaking through the clouds, revealing the bridge pod suspended below the bow.
Looking down at the sunken wasteland and the mountains piled up one after another, the long mouth corner of Liumwanfu sitting in the bridge rose slightly.
He threw the ice-cream stick to the waiter standing at the side. He stood up with his hands on the arms of the chair, walked to the French window of the bridge, and squinted down at the nearby Shifeng Mountain.
80 li white bone road?
Funny.
In their territory, opponents of this degree are just a round of bombing and then