Nine Dragon Mountain

Hearing this, Li Yuanming felt a pang of sadness. He sighed softly and patted her head, "Don't be afraid, Master has already contacted your Uncle Mingtong. He is doing well now. Follow him, you will never go hungry.",Saying that, he took out a copper mirror from his bosom and handed it to her.,"Okay!" Zhūzhū's crying stopped abruptly, her hands and feet loosened, and she sprang to her feet with a clatter. A radiant smile spread across her face, leaving no trace of her previous tears. "Thank you, Master. I'll go pack my things now."。