Nine Dragon Mountain

Inside the main hall, Zhou Zhou sat on the ground, using both hands and feet to tightly grasp Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was smooth, but she wore a tattered Daoist robe, washed white, with patches everywhere, looking just like a little beggar.,And their outlook, having taken her back, was already nearly bankrupt after only a year.,Li Yuanming also thought of this matter, embarrassedly touched his nose, mumbled a word, and walked to the back.。