In the violently rolling viewpoint, he flew over the small, yellowish village and smoke like a light swallow, passing above the clear river.,"It seemed to be a circular, shimmering thing..." Lu Jiangxian pondered vaguely, a faint premonition arising in her heart:,Having opened a bottle of beer, I sat at the dimly lit computer desk. As a dizzying sensation rose within me, my heart pounded rapidly and my breathing became increasingly labored.。