the little rabbit looked at the pile of gravel on the ground, its big eyes full of question marks.
who ... made this statue?
did he cut corners? was she lacking in maintenance?
it couldn't be that the tributes had been eaten clean and that they were like old antiques that could no longer support their proper appearance, right?
the little rabbit rolled back guiltily, sneakily approaching its master.
however, there was an explosion in the hall, and a crack that was five to six hundred meters long appeared on the rock wall above their heads. there seemed to be a flash of golden lightning.
after that, the earthquake that had just calmed down exploded with a magnitude of more than ten times.
those exquisite and indestructible jade bricks and tiles shattered with loud bangs. the sparkling dust was like the scale powder scattered by butterflies, spreading to every corner of the hall.
"ji gu ..."
the little rabbit felt that it had caused trouble.