C137 Concussion of Brain

Spring had arrived, and everything was filled with the scent of spring. Even at dusk, the air was soft and warm, and Little Ling Zi felt very comfortable. His big eyes narrowed slightly. He glanced down at the man leaning against the elm and gave a snort.

How hateful. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't chase him away. I've never seen such a hateful fellow