The air on the hill was clean, making Ji Hao feel natural and refreshed.
Every single one of the luxuriant green grasses treading udder his feet looked like a decoration carved out of jade. He could even see the glowing green juice inside the grasses. When Ji Hao walked across, he broke some grass blades, then drops of green juice oozed out of the broken grass blades, emitting a refreshing aroma.
Mr. Crow widened his eyes and curiously followed behind Ji Hao, walking down the hill. Abruptly, he picked a fist-sized red fruit from an eight-foot-tall tree, which had coiling, twisted branches, then took a bite. A sweet aroma erupted from the fruit. Mr. Crow popped out his eyes and exclaimed, "Sweet, good!"
"Eh?" Ji Hao glanced at the fruit and gasped with surprise.