Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

At this moment, Marinda looked at Arthur as if staring at a madman.


If anyone suggested a game like "We don't know what to eat tonight, so let's just follow a random person on the street to see what he or she eats and then eat whatever they eat," Marinda would consider them insane.


What kind of mindset would one need to come up with such a game?


Thinking about it, the sense of anticipation within the unknown yet within a safe range was indeed intriguing.


"Just how bored were you to come up with such a game?"


As the lady posed the question, she went to grab her coat.


"It was clear how bored I was when I could count that the plum blossoms were seventeen in number," Arthur said.


Plum blossoms exist in the world before her eyes.


Yet, in South Los, they are quite rare.


Chapter 559: Bored people are always looking for fun games!