"Qilu, can this water really be drunk directly?"
"Can you find something to boil and drink?"
Qi Lu said, "Master, the water here does not need to be boiled."
"If we try to find something to store it in, it might even pollute the water!"
At this time, Xia Chujian was glad that he did not wash the mecha here, otherwise he would have really polluted the pool.
She looked at herself and said, "No hurry, let's go find a place, a stream, a river, or a small pond that's not too clean, and wash it there before drinking."
As Xia Chujian spoke, she drove Shao Siming's black and silver mecha back to the place where she had just erected a monument for Xiaofei.
She looked around and decided to build a tent here as a temporary residence.
Pull down the fully enclosed helmet and feel the fresh air in the woods after the rain.
I looked up and silently gazed at the sky above me... the blue sky and white clouds that appeared through the gaps in the treetops.
The trees here are very tall and dense, with huge crowns, and the colors of the leaves are layered according to the height of the leaves.
At the bottom of the crown, where it connects to the trunk, the leaves are a low-key moss green with a slight gray tint, gentle and heavy.
The young leaves further up are a soft and elegant light green.
The leaves above the young leaves are as big as cushions and the color of emerald green lake water.
When the outermost leaves are directly exposed to sunlight, they become a rich, deep green.
It seems as if it has absorbed enough sunlight and new life is being nurtured.
The half-human-high shrubs under the tree are of different colors and are not completely green.
In addition to the green shrubs like evergreen trees, Xia Chujian also saw dark black shrubs, as if they had just been dyed and returned from a place without sunlight.
There are silver-grey bushes, as if sprinkled with moonlight.
There are also white shrubs, as if they have been stripped of their pigments by heaven and earth.
The grass on the ground is pure green, neither colorful nor colorless.
But the flowers are different.
Their flowers are huge, the small ones are as big as a baby's fist, and the large ones can be half a meter in diameter, as big as a millstone.
The colors of the flowers are also varied.
The petals are stacked layer by layer from the outside to the inside.
The outermost petals may be ink-colored, then transition to light black, then silver-gray, then light green, and then gradually transition to dark green and dark green. Further inward, it is silver-red, pink, and increasingly deeper crimson and wine red.
I wish a flower could be covered with seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.
This messy color configuration still has a unique beauty.
Xia Chujian even felt that these flowers were not ignorant and unconscious, they seemed to have feelings too.
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