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Twenty minutes later.

"Mea~"

Xiaobai now looked sallow and thin, looking at He Chen imploringly.

"All right……"

He Chen saw that Xiaobai had really missed his shot.

Xiaobai's eyes suddenly showed the light of hope.

"Continue in half an hour, have a good rest!"

The hope in Xiaobai's eyes was shattered.

He Chen was funny: "By the way, you go to Uncle Mao and let him make it."

Unable to find a suitable fishing rod and stick, He Chen decided to just use this one.

…

"You said you wanted to make a fishing rod?"

Mao was a little surprised.

He felt that fishing with rods was too inefficient compared with fishing with nets.

"Yes, I want to hone my strength." He Chen just explained briefly.

Mao pondered for a moment, then stood up and said: "According to what Chen Wu said, the fishing rod should be hard and flexible at the same time, and it also needs a certain length..."

"Uh-huh."

He Chen nodded, and then felt a little regretful: "It's a pity that there is no such wood."

Unexpectedly, Mao shook his head: "It doesn't have to be just wood..."
Chapter completed!