At this moment, Lin Zhenghui took up his pen and began to draw on the map, altering the route to pass through these ancient mythological landmarks.
Places like the Serpent God Temple, the Sun God Temple, and the Crocodile Temple, didn't seem to hurt to check them out.
Half-past six in the morning.
Under the management of Wu Meier and the other beauties, everybody got up on time and started making breakfast.
Thanks to the deer Lin Zhenghui had procured, they grilled the venison on stones, adding fragrant sauce and black pepper, then placed it on pre-packaged slices of bread, cutting them into the shape of sandwiches.
"Go wake everyone up for breakfast!" Lin Zhenghui said while lending a hand to cook breakfast.
"Young Master, do you want to sleep a bit longer?" Wu Meier, recalling that Lin Zhenghui hadn't slept last night, asked him.
