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.,At this moment, she tilted her head up to look at Li Yuanming, letting out a dry, choked sob while trying hard to squeeze out a few tears. Her chubby face was filled with sadness, and she stared at him with a pitifully pouted mouth.,Hearing this, Li Yuanming felt a pang of sadness. He sighed softly and patted her head, "Don't be afraid, Master has already contacted your Uncle Mingtong. He is doing well now. Follow him, you will never go hungry."。