Because even if there is a space ring or even the flesh of a king-level monster, it will inevitably be greatly reduced after being stored for too long.

Qin Fangyang has already foreseen his hard work in the next month.

"I really owe you!"

Qin Fangyang knocked Zuo Xiaoduo's head three times in a row, and three meat buns that could be seen in the naked eye bulged out!

On the bald head, it is particularly eye-catching, like a three-headed dragon!

Zuo Xiaoduo almost got tear out.

It hurts so much!

"Now I know where your troubles are."

Qin Fangyang's face became solemn, and he said, "You have tens of thousands of kilograms of meat on hand; you can improve the warriors; at least, you can improve the warriors with lower levels in a row, and you can't use it yourself, and subsequent processing has become a problem."

"Even if you consume it with close people, you still can't consume so much."

"If you don't take it out, it will only be a waste to keep it in your own hands. But if you take it out in vain, you can't bear to leave it out. Well, or you shouldn't say you can't bear it, but you should say... I feel like you're in a loss... right?"
Chapter completed!