Datang Travels

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a beach. At the end of the night, the cool wind sent gently, quietly rolled up some small grains of sand sliding through my toes, itching very comfortable. Yeah! Wait Toe stitches? Where are my shoes? In fact, my clothes have become a set of ancient coarse cloth long clothes, but no shoes. Ha, the soft doll is very considerate. Where on earth is this? I think about the plot of the novel carefully, ah! Is it