Nine Dragon Mountain

"Master, please don't drive me down the mountain. I can't bear to leave you. Please!",Inside the main hall, Zhou Zhou sat on the ground, using both hands and feet to tightly grasp Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was smooth, but she wore a tattered Daoist robe, washed white, with patches everywhere, looking just like a little beggar.,Hearing this, Zhuzhu felt a little ashamed. She patted her stomach and pouted pitifully, "But I'm hungry."。