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Following the narrow sheep trail down the mountain ridge, Yi Chen ran hastily, once again experiencing the sensation of being hot on the trail of catching shrimp. Little Miao clutched tightly onto Yi Chen's collar, with a face full of excited eagerness to go faster.
"Miao Zi, when the hell can you grow up faster and carry your dad around? Are those crappy wings just for show? Why don't you flutter them a bit?"
Yi Chen complained speechlessly.
It's numbing, absolutely numbing.
Little Miao pretended not to understand, meowing once and rubbing its small face against Yi Chen's cheek, displaying an utmost flattering color.
Before long, Yi Chen arrived at a hollow on the mountain not far from Yao Guandu.
A few hundred meters behind him was the surging river of Wujiang, rolling forward.
Under the sunset's glow, it possessed a romantic aura.
"The rolling Wujiang, all its water, oh how the waves have washed away the heroes~"
