The grass is growing and the orioles are flying in the evening of February, which is a good time to migrate, pray for blessings, travel, and meet relatives and friends. The mulberry tree demon with low magic power packed up his bedroll, closed the door of his house, and went out alone. When I heard that my benefactor was in Zhang'an, I had to climb thousands of mountains and go around thousands of rivers, and I must persist in repaying my kindness.
The people of Zhang'an believed that the Southwest Mountains were uninhabitable because of the mountains and monsters and the deep water that could easily kill people. The tree demon thought that there must be many distant relatives in this place with its lush leaves and dense leaves, so he took this opportunity to pay a visit.
There are many monsters on Zhang'an Street. They have a little bad mouth but a good heart. An innocent and ignorant little tree demon, fragile and easy to push down, he quickly adapts to his new life.
It would be better if these goblins didn't stop themselves from returning the favor.
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