C137 I Am Not a Nursery

On a heavily weathered road, a small hill pulled on a pumpkin carriage as they slowly walked.

Time Chicken stood on the roof of the carriage, his face filled with despair. As for the students following behind the carriage, they looked at the bare chicken butt and couldn't help but laugh to themselves.

Along the way, apart from laughter, there was also the melodious sound of the zither