The sky was blue and the lake was clear.
Although it's a small lake, but the water is clear, the light is clear, and when you look up, you feel refreshed.
The young man was dressed in blue and stood on a dead leaf. He looked mysterious with the surrounding scenery.
As Xu Bai looked over, he saw an ordinary fishing rod in the young man's hands.
The fishing rod was very ordinary. It was just a long rod with a shiny surface. It seemed that it had been coiled for a long time.
At the end of the long pole, there was a coil of fishing line. The fishing line hung straight down and fell into the lake.
The lake was calm. The young man's eyes were stern as he stared at the spot where the fishing line connected to the lake. His expression was solemn as if he was fighting with the gods.
However, all of this seemed ridiculous to Xu Bai.
Not only was he talking nonsense, he even wanted to laugh.
He finally understood why Chu Yu said that his cousin was stuck here.
