Mystic Realm Ring
"Doudou, Doudou! I'm tellin' ya! Kemanduo, really scary!"
In Doudou's forging workshop, a thorny vine clung to the window, speaking in a bizarre mixture of Mandarin, Shencheng dialect, and the Language of Magic.
Doudou swung his little hammer enthusiastically. Today, he planned to finish his fifth coin, after which he could take a break.
But he had no patience for Mumu, who kept chattering at the window.
He simply kept swinging his hammer and pretended not to hear. The Shadow of the Red Banshee stood guard beside him as always, in case one of his coins exploded and injured him.
Seeing that Doudou was ignoring them, Mumu made their thorny branches grow faster. Like an octopus, they reached into the room from outside, then curled around to Doudou's other side.
"Doudou, Doudou, fasa lulu man, I want, Kemanduo, give me!"
Suddenly, boom! The coin on the anvil exploded again.
A graceful red figure appeared in front of Doudou in an instant, shielding him. At the same time, the thorny branches turned from emerald green to inky black, coated in a layer of magic.
"Clink, clink, clink, clink..."
Countless golden fragments scattered across the room.
Doudou glanced at his snack storage table. Good, it was fine. Putting a stone slab there specifically to protect it had really paid off.
Then he raised his little hammer and charged at the thorny branches on his short little legs.
"If I, Doudou, don't beat you to death today, my surname isn't Dou!"
"Aaaah!"
A wild barrage of crashing and banging followed.
The outcome held absolutely no surprises: Doudou was exhausted half to death, while a certain set of thorny branches remained completely unscathed.
"Have you memorized the idiom dictionary? Do you know every character in the Xinhua Dictionary? Have you finished