C261 Magic Spirit(1)
"Do you have any food?" "If you have any military rations, we will pay you five gold coins per bag."
After waiting for a long time, they did not manage to find a spatial rift, but two exiles who were passing by. They wanted to buy food from them.
"How long have you been here?" Chen Xing went up and asked. He neither agreed nor refused.
"It's been a few days." "We have eaten all the food