Dao, at this time, he can't see the appearance of deliberately making things difficult for Wu Luo in the previous spring at all, and there is even a gap with the god-like form just now.

"You seem to know these tribes well?"

Since Cotton...the Miasma Tribe had nothing to exchange, Wu Luo planned to visit the Qikuan Tribe.

Yan didn't know why he didn't walk away immediately, maybe because no one was looking for him, or maybe they were on the way, he even stretched out his hand to help carry the basket, so that it would be easier for Uro to tidy up.

"I've come a long way."

Yan answered him so calmly.

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