Nine Dragon Mountain

“I’m not big, I’m only four years old.” Zuo Zuo held up her chubby little hand, hiccupped in rebuttal, then quickly retracted it and clung tightly to his leg, gently swaying. “Master, please don’t drive me away, okay I promise I won’t steal any more food again.”,"Okay!" Zhūzhū's crying stopped abruptly, her hands and feet loosened, and she sprang to her feet with a clatter. A radiant smile spread across her face, leaving no trace of her previous tears. "Thank you, Master. I'll go pack my things now.",In a short while, Zuo Zuo came out. Her shiny scalp was plastered with fortune-telling charms, and around her neck hung three copper coins. On one hip she wore a gourd, and on the other, a large Pixiu sculpture, carved by herself. It was ugly, to be sure, but its only redeeming quality was its size.。