"You say the copper token is on Zanglong Mountain?"
Mu Qian's deep, sharp black eyes stared directly at an elder who seemed to be over ninety years old.
The old man's face was ashen, not the complexion a living person should have!
The old man nodded slowly, opened his mouth, and his throat emitted a "glug glug" sound, strange and scary, as a rotten stench spewed from his mouth.
After speaking, he turned his head, looking at the handsome young man, Mu Xiao, with skin white and red, his eyes full of flattery, his mouth continuing to say "glug glug" for a while before stopping.
Mu Xiao raised his chubby, fleshy little hand.
The elder immediately bent his thin body, and Mu Xiao patted his head, causing the old man to squint comfortably like a little dog, acting like a pet.
Mu Xiao looked at Mu Qian, his childish voice crisp and pleasant, "Daddy, should we go to Zanglong Mountain?"
