Huang Cang's bamboo chair was shaking every now and then, and on the bamboo chair, an extremely old panda was gently shaking its head along with the shaking of the bamboo chair.

After an unknown amount of time, the bamboo chair stopped shaking, and Feng Bi slowly opened his eyes, but there was an inexplicable light in the originally cloudy eyeballs.

"The gears of fate are turning again!"

"I just don't know what that old toad in Mount Miaomu dreamed about this time?"

"..."

The sound became smaller and smaller until finally it was inaudible.

"Crunch-----Crunch----... 0

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