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It was a dark night. Meng xiaotian and Han bingxue were sitting at the entrance of a cave, flipping a lamb leg that Meng xiaotian took out from his storage bag.

The flame emitted a crackling sound. Fresh oil was emitted from the golden lamb leg, and a strange fragrance assaulted his nose.

This time, Meng xiaotian fused his perfect spirit energy into the lamb leg. This way