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Feng Zhi rolled her eyes at Feng Ming.

"Look at you. It's just a bowl of toxic chicken soup. You've already drunk it. How can you lose your will to fight?" Saying that, Feng Zhi slapped Feng Ming's head again, "Three smelly smiths can beat a bright one, we have four people, it's just earning some immortal stones, so what's wrong with that?"

Feng Zhi had never been this poor before