In front of the thunder pool, Jiang Huaxin gathered the last bit of thunderstorm insects and fish, and spit out a breath of turbidity.

These thunderstorm insect fish are made into dried fish, which is particularly troublesome and consumes a lot of time.

Now, there are only three days left before the closure of the secret realm, which is not enough for them to move on to the next resource point.

Jiang Huaxin looked back at Zhu Xian, only to see him staring at the sunset in a daze.

He's ......

"It doesn't matter, I'm the devil" Chapter 273 Bad news is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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