Zhou Li squatted on the hill, staring into the distant sky with a look of distraction, and a deep, lingering gaze in his eyes.
Tang Wan sat beside him, stuffing pastries into her mouth, her eyes glazed over, her expression utterly idiotic.
Clutching her horsetail whisk, Zhuge Qing covered her face, wordless, even the Memory Stone in her hand had lost its original luster. She seemed to be avoiding something, but some things can't be avoided.
Xu Xuan stood on her legs, just standing, a black cat stood dazedly by her side. She looked, looked at Zhou Li, looked at Tang Wan, looked at Zhao Yun, the black cat's face full of bewilderment.
The setting sun shone on the hill, casting everything in a layer of golden light. The horsetail whisk, the Dragon Gallbladder Spear, the large truck, Tang Wan's snack bag, everything was cloaked in gold.
And Zhou Li's bull horns and dragon tail.
"Pfft."
A simple smile.
The ultimate mockery.