He Fang didn't look closely just now, but now, he vaguely saw that there seemed to be some very ancient weight and measure mark on the gourd.

Weights and measures originated very early in the history of China and were recorded in the Shang and Zhou dynasties. After the Qin Dynasty destroyed the six kingdoms, they were perfected and unified.

He Fang has seen some pre-Qin history.

But he was not sure which dynasty the weights and measures were from, but he had his own simple and crude method, which was to directly digitize.

If the minimum energy value is set to "1", then the energy value of the big man's mouth of blood just now is about 30.

So, need to wait?

He Fang actually has another choice, which is to take the opportunity to escape.

However, the situation is different now than before. The masked woman is obviously restrained by the pink little luoli and the Buddha-like ice sculpture, and she should not attack him for the time being.

The fisherman is profitable when the snipe and clam fight.

He is now a fisherman.

But just as he was waiting for the harvest with confidence, the two great men learned their lessons. They were injured one after another and no longer had the intention of fighting with the black man one by one. They joined forces to fight with the black man one by one.

Moreover, I don't dare to get close.

Jumping around the black man is like two grasshoppers.

"Where are weapons? It's so boring to use fists. Do you don't bring any other weapons except iron sticks? You can also change to a pig-killing knife!" He Fang was anxious. When was this rubbing around?

Do you dare to thrive in blood?
Chapter completed!