C22 What the Hell Are These Things

Xiang Ye was waving his hoe, sweating like...

Oh, he didn't sweat.

Two days had passed since the fight between the crocodile and Jiang Xiaocheng.

In these two days, Xiang Ye had been exhausted. He kept cleaning up the osiery, which had been turned upside down by the great battle.

A large number of willow trees had been cut in half. Xiang Ye needed to clean up these broken trees