That kind face, that indignant speech.
And the cold and long Chang'an Street.
It was ten miles of prosperity.
…
The team was still moving forward. They could only enter the Lava World at nine o'clock. At this moment, the Fire Dragon City was still sleeping.
Some of the early risers were in a hurry. Most of them worked in workshops and lived far away. They did not have a public transport, so they could only wake up early to rush over.
As they continued forward, the neat stone house began to turn wooden. It didn't look that neat either.
Further ahead, the wooden house was not made from a whole log, but huts made of wood mixed with straw.
There were more and more busy people here. Most of them were in charge of planting yellow melons, snow vegetables, and other crops, as well as raising pink-faced pigs that were not aggressive.
