C242 Dying Girl

At night.

Xia Luo stayed back for a meal. Zhong Xiuxiu's cooking skills were not bad, the wild vegetables and wild foods all suited his taste.

Yet, the door was filled with Villagers s.

"That's the little brother that spent three hundred thousand to cover Black Box Mountain for thirty years?"

"Yeah, if Old Village Head himself said so, how could it be false?"

"Great-grandfather