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... aw was not the ripe corn, but some peerless treasure!

After all, the size of this piece of corn is much larger than the few plants that Zhou Yu had planted before.

Besides, he basically planted, watered, dewormed and weeded this piece of corn with his own hands!

To the monkey, it was like he planted it, how could he not be excited?

The monkey ran to the front of the thatched cottage and slammed on the wooden door excitedly!

At this time, Zhou Yu in the cottage ...

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