Ou Yangrong looked up, raindrops splattering on his blue-tinged eyelids.,Soon, Ou Yang Rong climbed up halfway with rainwater on his head. At this time, he could reach out and touch the rock at the well mouth, and suddenly a familiar sandalwood scent wafted into his nose.,Actually, the question was about “with waves and no mountains submerged...with fierce winds that ruin everything,” but, forget it...。