Music was the only creative thing that the residents here still retained, which made the music exceptionally melodious, and also caused Liuzi to lament that the world view setting was too detailed, to the extent that some small details all reflected the other party's diligence.
Liuzi had wanted to say something, but a guard beside him gestured not to speak.
They could only stand still in place, silently appreciating "The Pilot Song" for the third time, before the music suddenly stopped, and the huge chair in front of them was turned around by a North Pole bear.
Atop the chair sat Mukuai.
And in Mukuai's arms, there was a squirrel.
At that moment, Mukuai was vigorously rubbing the squirrel fur, seemingly completely indulged in the pleasure of petting the squirrel.
Looking down on the squirrel and the hedgehog from high above, the squirrel on the table said:
"Welcome, my friend, Liuzi."
"...Xiemen Waidao?"
