The sunlight couldn't penetrate the dense forest, where heavy shadows lay everywhere. At midday, dewdrops from the previous night still clung to the peach blossom fruit, and the ground was covered with a variety of leaves. Below, gnarled old roots intertwined, making it easy to trip over.,In that instant, the last frame captured in his field of vision was four blood-stained fangs!,But the most notable figure in the whole theatre was this sleepy old man. He added, "Next time, let's go to a different opera house. Don't call it 'Zhaixiantai'. Are fairies peaches that can be plucked at random"。