C675 Little Daoist

The green train heading to the foot of the Kunlun Mountains kept shaking and making clanks.

The silent shaking made everyone on the train feel drowsy. Xiao Lang, who was leaning against the window of the hard car, had already bought a round hat and hid it by the side of the road. He put it on his face and fell into a deep sleep.

The train stopped at a small station. One after another