The mountain road of Duangen Mountain can't be called rugged, but it is the winding mountain road that Liu Zheng hates the most.
There was a time when he was sent to Qian Province on a business trip, and that winding mountain road made him so nauseous.
And the mountain road at Duangen Mountain is even more like a mosquito coil, round after round.
Fortunately, his current physique has become extraordinary, otherwise, he would have thrown up on the spot.
"Are those the Duangen Flowers?"
Liu Zheng pointed to the little flowers growing all over the sides of the mountain road and asked.
Those little flowers have purple petals, with yellow spots that look like eyes on them, and the leaves and flower stems are dark green, indeed appearing as evil as their name suggests.
