122 Don’t Smash the World into Pieces

Ling Pingan stood at the door, sending off the foreign customer holding the book she had just bought and gradually disappearing into the fog.

He also felt that he was a little drunk.

He yawned.

When he turned around, he saw that the kitten Bastet was already lying on the blanket.

"Little guy!" He smiled and pulled down the shutter. "I told you not to be greedy!"

But then again, if it weren't for this little guy, he would have missed out on such delicious food.

"The United States of America!" Ling Pingan picked up a crystal again and threw it into his mouth, quietly feeling the sweet taste. "It must be a small foreign country with beautiful scenery!"

"With a life, like living on a farm, and a relaxed life at the foot of the South Mountain..."

"If there's a chance, I might be able to go there and take a look..."

Curiosity was a common hobby of the people of the federal.