Super Uncle

Xiao Quan glanced at the watchdog at the gate, with a pointed muzzle, flat ears standing upright. It was clearly a Chinese native breed. It seemed that this era had much to do with ancient China, but Xiao Quan still wasn't sure what dynasty it was.,Under the moon, a slender maiden hid behind a nearby tree of longing, hearing Xiao Quan's poem. Her heart stirred, drunk in the quiet beauty of its imagery.,After being blown by the cold wind, Xiao Quan's understanding of the world he was in gradually became clearer.。