"Lord God! The sunset is so beautiful! It's like...uh... blood-red cocoa?..."

As the evening approached, the red sun fell on the distant hills, like the **** light falling on the pyramids, which was inexplicably sacred and strange. In this situation, Epe the woodpecker really wanted to recite a poem, but he couldn't read the beginning. Just like at this moment, he looked at a pile of bamboo baskets full of "mountain goods" in front of him, and wanted to scold someone, but he also didn't know what to scold.

"Damn it! You don't care,

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