Yun Chujiu rode on the chopping board and leisurely arrived at the back of the mountain.
The huge pit that was created by the lightning had already been filled up. She did not know where they had transplanted the trees. Anyway, the back of the mountain was a thriving scene.
Yun Chujiu could not help but feel a little guilty. After this strike, the back of the mountain would probably be filled with destruction again! She was really a little expert at destroying ecological balance!
The clouds above the back of the mountain became heavier and darker. The voice transmission talisman in the storage ring started to tremble. "Black Thing, are you at the back of the mountain?"
"Prince Charming, I'm at the back of the mountain! The little purple loach is going to strike me again!" Yun Chujiu was stunned, but her heart warmed up. 'The gigolo misses me!'
"Wait for me!"