"Little brat, try it, this is the wine I brewed for the world!" She leaned against the vermilion counter, slowly shaking the luminous cup with her pale hands. "Which Jiu is Jiu from the Jiu family?" Po Li asked for the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time. She abruptly stopped what she was doing, and stared at Po Li with her charming and cold red phoenix eyes. Gradually, he became a little lost. Po Li knew that she was not looking at him. "The Jiu of the Jiu family is the Jiu of Ajiu." After a long time, Po Li felt that she would remain silent like the nine hundred and ninety-eight times before, and she finally spoke. There is a shop next to the West Lake. Very strange store. There's a weird boss lady, a weird kid, and even the things they sell are weird. Jiujia sells everything you want. However, you must exchange it for something of equal value. After all, there is no free lunch.
(Stories one by one, each story has a separate protagonist, and Manshu is the character who witnesses their stories.)
I will recommend a song that I think is suitable for each story.
If you are interested, you can listen to it.
The author is a bit lazy, but he will try his best to update it every night at 8 o'clock. The number of words may not be certain →_→