Because I came to the main god space by accident, I received the task: “Survive for seven days.”
Luo Feng: “Huh? Isn’t it easy to make a salted fish?”
After the white beard, the man who inherited the title of “World’s Strongest” sat on the huge ruins of the Holy Land Mariejoa.
In the empty Infinite City, the torn apart Ghost Mai Tsuji closed his eyes unwillingly and turned into dust.
In the desolate virtual circle, the Xuye Palace, which is like a ruined wall, seems to be emitting a silent mourning.
Luo Feng looked at the opponents who fell under his feet one after another, tilted his head, and fell into deep thought.
Is it so difficult to make a salted fish? ? ?
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