In the southeast canyon, a group of people and horses set up camp here and were sheltered in the tent in the middle. A loud quarrel came out.
"Swirl Mito, why are your people always slacking off? Don't think you can do anything with your brother's fiancee status!"
An angry white hair smashed his fist on the table, and the simple furniture gave out a painful cry.
Teeth were clenched between the childish faces, and red eyes were full of dissatisfaction with the apparently absent-minded women in front of them.
The woman is about seventeen or eighteen years old. She has bright red meatballs and a high forehead