Chapter Eight Hundred and Sixty-Eight, Feed Is Difficult to Get

Wandered around in a circle.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the crowd and shouted, "Fan Shiquan!"

"Hey! It's here!"

In the crowd, a middle-aged man in his thirties with a short head, put down the basket in his hand and trotted over.

Everyone looked envious when they saw it.

In the past few days, they have also discovered that those who are named will basically be reused.

The other party came closer and said with a smile: "Hey!

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