"She just passed through 'Zichuan.' Are you sure you want to leave? Won't you see what she writes?" Mangmang, who had finally sat down peacefully with Feiju to watch the "show," called out to Feiju, who was actually leaving at this moment.
The burning orange bounced away, muttering nonstop, "Oh, I have to go ask. It's clearly a world that's already been restructured. The old pier should have closed, so how can there still be sighs?"
"You're afraid to see her write about 'Zichuan,'" Mangmang said with certainty.
The orange, which had always been wrapped in flames, changed. Unlike the appearance he had used while working in Demon City-without turning that tall, he couldn't even reach the table-he became a miniature person only half a meter tall.
He had spiky orange hair and wore childish overalls that always made Mangmang, Tihou, and the others laugh at him for never growing up. Fruit patterns covered the overalls. Only Qihua would compliment them-but the problem was, anyone who believed what Fragrant Branch said was a fool.
But this was the Yuguo Race's favorite way to dress.
He did not look back. With his head lowered, he said to Mangmang behind him, "I already know my own world well enough. I don't need to look."
"I see."
"I'm not afraid."
"Mm, hurry along to the tavern. They've all been there lately."
"..."
"I'm sorry, Feiju... I shouldn't have said that."
"I'm not afraid to see her write about 'Zichuan.' I'm afraid that among the fruits she writes about, there'll happen to be citrus."
Did the world have boundaries?
Yes. Not only did it have boundaries, but the center of this world was also divided into two halves by two enormous pale-purple waterfalls.
The two waterfalls were a hundred meters apart. Looking down