Wandering through misty mountains and streams, I splash ink to paint landscapes in crimson hues.,Countless battles with natural enemies made the white snake more cold-blooded and ferocious. Even though she was covered in wounds and blood, she still fought frantically, seizing every opportunity to pierce through her opponent's skin with her two sharp fangs and inject venom.,The weather in the mountains changes as quickly as a child's face. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered and lightning flashed with thunderclaps.。