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"Changjian, Changjian."

In his heart, Chen Feng repeated the name twice. He raised his eyelids and said, "En, Chen Feng."

"Not bad, a good name."

At this moment, the young man in cloth clothing rubbed the dried mud on his hands and dropped it, "So, how many taels of snow do you want?"

"Snow. Yes, it was also the true meaning of this bottle of Snow Sea. It's actually selling snow