"Look at you, so stupid!"
"Hehe, I'll give it a try."
"Let's go, or we won't make it. Danger will come when it gets dark."
Situ Ming discovered that every plant here was like a replica, like twins, triplets, or quadruplets.
They are all at the same height, probably because they are constantly affected by the clouds and fog here.
At first glance, the land is lush and green, with neither particularly tall trees nor particularly short grass.
At this moment, Wang Biao realized something was wrong. He raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist and checked the time. "It seems like I've been cutting these grasses in the same spot the whole time."
Zhao Xiaoyue tossed the Starry Sky Drunken Box, which had fallen to the front of her again, behind her and walked forward to observe it for a moment.
He took four steps to the left, patted one of the pine trees, went back the way he came, took four steps forward, shook a blade of grass in front of him, then took three and a half steps to the right, squatted down and tapped it, revealing a small stone on the ground.
Zhang Xiaomeng stepped forward and asked, "Little niece, what are you doing?"
The moment Zhao Xiaoyue stood up, Wang Biao felt that feeling of confusion disappear.
He narrowed his eyes slightly; this young girl was no ordinary person.
Zhao Xiaoyue patted the grass clippings off her knees, "We're worshipping the mountain god!"
Zhang Xiaomeng: "???"
Is worshipping the mountain god so casual?
He couldn't understand the series of actions taken by the helm; he really couldn't understand them.
"Alright, Uncle Zombie, let's keep going!"
"My name is Wang Biao."
"I know, Uncle Zombie!"
Situ Ming smiled with pursed lips, while Zhang Xiaomeng burst out laughing.
She knows your name is Wang Biao, so she calls you Uncle Zombie.
With that stiff face all day, what else can we call him but Uncle Zombie?
Yes, that makes sense!
The group walked this stretch of road for about eleven or twelve hours.
Walking alone almost broke Mr. Zhao's leg again.
However, seeing the hopeful look in someone's eyes, she held back.
Let's go, it's only a dozen hours, what's the big deal? Just consider it exercise.
But... my feet are fucking sore!
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