C641 The Light of Transmuted Money

"Run, run, run like a warhorse!"

Carrying half of the tree on his shoulder and a hemp rope tied around his waist, Qian Mingguang ran behind the back of the Sunn Ming's warhorse with a red face and panting heavily. With most of his fat transformed into muscles, his two long legs still burst out with an unimaginable speed even under the heavy weight of dozens of kilograms.

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"Swish