Julian Tao stepped forward first, staring at the yellow figure with very complicated eyes.
"Braised chicken, why is it you again?"
Julian Tao's old acquaintance, the weasel named "Yellow Braised Chicken Real Man", was staring at Julian Tao at this time.
Compared with the flattery and flattery he had when he met Julian Tao before, the real Braised Chicken at this time was completely different.
It stood on the table with its two hind legs, standing like a human, staring at Julian Tao expressionlessly.
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