"Buy it!" the little guy said in a milky voice.
Mo Qi: It doesn’t feel good!
…
A moment later, four adults and children of different heights, wearing masks and yellow cloaks, walked out of the children's park.
"Master, where are we going next?" asked the monkey holding the golden cudgel.
"We've had our fill, shouldn't we go back to sleep?" said Sha Seng, who was holding a crescent shovel.
"What else do you know besides eating and sleeping!" Zhu Bajie, carrying the nine-toothed rake, slapped Sha Seng.
"There." Tang Seng pointed to the right with his staff.
The monkey immediately agreed, "Let's go."
"White Dragon Horse, hold the master and follow us." Zhu Bajie strode forward.
Sha Seng yawned and followed.
The White Dragon Horse sighed heavily and walked away listlessly.
…
West of Goreland.
This is a garden full of colorful flowers that bloom brightly even in winter.
Colorful butterflies are flying among the flowers. When you look closer, you will find that these butterflies are made of oil paper.
A very thin bamboo branch is tied underneath them and inserted into the ground.
The breeze blows, the bamboo branches sway, and the butterflies fly, it is beautiful.
In the middle of the garden sits a garden-like building with its exterior walls surrounded by countless climbing plants and flowers.
The building is two stories high, but there is only one floor inside.
The three walls are made up of tall, large carved window lattices, and the gate is five people tall.
Even though the sunlight is weak today, it is as bright inside as outside.
Such a beautiful and elegant place should be filled with melodious music, dancers dancing lightly, and ladies smiling gently as they arrange flowers, paint, recite poems, and drink wine and tea.
but……
From time to time, there were "ping ping bang bang" sounds coming from inside.
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