"Is this White Forest Country? It's a bit different from what I imagined..."
Stepping out of the airport, Feng Xue looked at the pedestrians on the streets, his lips curving into a slight smile.
In the cognition of the people of Budha Ali, White Forest Country should be a place where everyone is a huge, muscular freak, always talking like a Strong...
Although he originally didn't think so, after spending two months studying in Budha Ali, that impression seemed to have unconsciously crept into his mind.
"Speaking of which, in Ideal Country, people also tend to think that women of Budha Ali tattoo themselves with patterned silver..."
Shaking his head, he ran the various regional dark jokes of this world through his mind. It wasn't that he liked this stuff; it was just that this world was full of Hell jokes, and regional darkness was a common category among them.
