C1879 When Failure Becomes a Habit

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Zhang Xiaofann laughed as he counted them out. Iron-Arm Zhang Yong had already received a message from Zhang Xiaofann, and brought over a few medicinal herbs. A pungent smell wafted out, and everyone felt their spirits rising a little.

was secretly amazed by the herbs, but he still couldn't figure it out. Zhang Xiaofann was betting with others right now