And then there was nothing to eat around.

The Yellow Emperor finally went down to the river and caught a fish. I originally thought of eating grilled fish by myself. But when I think about this little black baby next to me. There are no teething at all and they can't eat.

So I had to use broken tiles and add a little river water. The little fish was boiled and boiled into a jar of thick fish soup.

Little by little, the Yellow Emperor fed the fish soup to ......

Chapter 297 of "Yipin Yin Master" The black-faced chicken's mouth is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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