The golden crow that was held down by Lu Changsheng was a little unhappy, and he screamed.

"He gave you meat. You hurt him, who gave you meat?"

Lu Changsheng said this.

In an instant, the golden crow's unsatisfactory brain suddenly had a rare inspiration.

Scandal to Zheng Haoran.

He took a look at his empty wings again.

Scan Zheng Haoran again.

I took a look at the empty wings.

"Qua!"

The three-legged golden crow seemed to understand something, nodded, croaked, and her eyes became dull again.

"Junior Brother Zheng, get another hundred pounds."

Lu Changsheng spoke.

Let Zheng Haoran prepare the spirit flesh.

However, the three-legged golden crow shook her head.

He quarreled ten times.

Meaning.

One thousand kilograms of spiritual beast meat.

Lu Changsheng: "..."

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Chapter completed!