Going down the mount

Inside the main hall, Zhouzhou sat on the ground, using both her hands and feet to tightly hold onto Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's forehead was smooth, but she wore a worn-out Taoist robe that had been washed white and was patched up everywhere, making her look like a little beggar.,After finishing, he took small strides and ran towards the room.,Li Yuanming snorted and said stubbornly, "Who says I'm not as good as her I am her master!"。