I lowered my head and looked at the Qiankun bag. There were not many mung beans left in it. There were only less than two hundred left. I had to spread them sparingly.

To replenish the mung beans twelve hours later, you have to wait at least until the evening of the next day.

After all the calculations, there are still eight hours left before it can be fully replenished, which is still very early.

Thinking of this, he took out four mung beans and sprinkled them on the ground.

Four woodcutters with axes appeared out of thin air again.

Xu Chong told them: "Stay by my side while I rest for a while."

The four woodcutters nodded with dull expressions, and then sat around Xu Chong.

It's still very cold at night in the mountains and fields.

Especially at one or two o'clock in the morning, it is even more chilly.

Fortunately, there was a fire. Otherwise, who would have suffered in this ruined temple with drafts everywhere?

With four woodcutters keeping watch, Xu Chong could take a nap in peace of mind.

Sudden,

In the confusion, there was a faint sound of rapid footsteps in the woods outside the ruined temple, and the distance was getting closer and closer.
Chapter completed!