Nine Dragon Mountain

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.","Okay!" Zhūzhū's crying stopped abruptly, her hands and feet loosened, and she sprang to her feet with a clatter. A radiant smile spread across her face, leaving no trace of her previous tears. "Thank you, Master. I'll go pack my things now.",Li Yuanming looked at her back, nowhere expecting that he had just been tricked by this little girl. He was so angry that his beard bristled and his eyes bulged, angrily shouting: "Disciple!"。