In the lush, chaotic bamboo grove, a melon-faced girl combed two ponytails, and jumped there, very lovely and simple, even a person, she also had a special fun.

At this time, a young man with a pot on his back but a pretty face came out of the bamboo grove carefully and cried out with a bewildered face, "Little girl, can you ask you something?"

"Oh, what's the matter?" The little girl also looked at Chen Jiu, and found that he didn't seem to hate it. She didn't turn her back on the spot.

"I'm lost. I want you to tell me how to get out, okay?" Chen Jiu asked...