"Master, where are we going?"
The little jerk opened his eyes and looked around on Chu he's shoulder.
"I'm looking at the mountains and rivers, fishing!"
Chu he walked past the Chu bridge and set foot on the land of liangchuan.
He was wearing a straw hat and holding a fishing rod, a smile on his face.
After so many years of torment, she had a sense of security. Naturally, she could come out to relax and take a walk.
This was his daily time to relax.
He could also replenish some fuel for the demon-suppressing Pagoda.
"Fishing is good! I want the snake!"
The little jerk's eyes widened, and he seemed very happy.
"We'll see!"
Chu he looked at it speechlessly.
This bastard was really petty.
This was completely against the snake!
Hundreds of years had passed, and he was still holding a grudge against snakes.
No one else could!
He was not broad-minded at all.
Chu he strode across the land of liangchuan.
