Rustling sounds were heard along with the sound of insects. The emerald green plants with dewdrops were refreshing.
The old trees were towering, and scattered sunlight spots fell on the grass.
A leather shoe fell on the light spot, and the worn leather was revealed.
Parker wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, unconsciously intoxicated.
There was a pile of mushrooms under the tree. They were brightly colored and cute. A squirrel was squatting inside, holding a nut, and staring at Parker.
"There are animals around. These mushrooms should not be poisonous, right?" Parker murmured.
"What happened?" Allen asked in a low voice.
Parker didn't like Allen, so he replied casually.
At this moment, Kenan seemed to have found something new. He called Allen over. Accompanied by the hasty footsteps, Parker snorted with disdain. Even if a leader could do nothing, he was still a young man.