Two hours later, the rain finally stopped. We hurried to the City of Culture.

A breath of literature rushes towards us. In the city, everyone writes articles, poems, and paintings on the street with pens. All the rooms were plastered with couplets. Wow!

Literature is my favorite, and there are so many literary predecessors today, I have to ask for advice right away. Hua Xiang and I walked up to an old man who was writing a poem.

"Hello, old man, are you writing poetry?"

The old man smiled at me, "Yes." Can you write poetry, young man?"

"I don't know much, old man, can you teach me?" the old man quickly wrote three words on the paper: righteousness, enlightenment, and love.

"Writing poetry is like being human. We must have righteousness, we must have some understanding, and our hearts must be full of love. Only by doing these three things can you write a perfect verse. ”

Indeed, I think the old man has a point. People must have righteousness, have some understanding, and have love in their hearts.

The two of us said goodbye to the old man and moved on, our next target was the island nation. Just as we were approaching the gates, a man blocked our way.

This man has eight hands and a somewhat gloomy look. He can't be the one who came to hunt us down, right?

"Witch, witch. Don't try to run. The queen told me to come and get you back. I advise you not to resist needlessly, and go back with me. ”

Oh my God, when another queen popped up. Are we really that famous? Calling people to arrest us all day long, without money?

I drew my sword, intending to fight him. When he saw me draw my sword, he quickly spat out white spider silk from his mouth and tied me up, and I couldn't move.

It turned out that he was a spider spirit! Unfortunately, I couldn't move. Otherwise, I will cut him in half with a single sword.

"Damn spider, let me go, and go with me. Tie people up, what kind of hero. ”

Seeing me struggling, the spider spirit took me and hit me against the wall, and I couldn't resist the strong impact and fainted.

"Let go of Brother Mizuki, don't you hear! ”

"You'd better mind your own affairs first!" the spider spirit struck the flower with eight hands.

Hana angrily grabbed one of his hands and threw him out with all her might. On an island a thousand miles away from the City of Culture, the spider spirit has fallen. The fragrance of flowers bites hard into the spider silk on my body. Carry me to a house to rest.