7 p.m.
Forum.
The blacksmiths who just logged out were extremely excited.
Because today marked a historical milestone, with an NPC indigenous blacksmith entering the manor.
Countless people were discussing how good today's food was.
And dreaming of the future.
Shao Chaikun: "Don't panic, we've already gotten a Zhongluan corpse. This kind of Stacking People has already been thrown into the Forging Furnace, and soon, we can create a similar race, and then let Chongshan Fang log in to fully showcase her genuine leather bag technique."
Food God: "Hahaha, looking forward to it. Tomorrow, I'm going to synthesize Stacking People, thin-skinned little meat buns with fairy girl skin, one bite and the soup is definitely delicious."
No Bedwetting at Nine Years Old: "Unbelievable, you two from the canteen duo have turned into gambling dogs again, back to the Creation Furnace to draw cards?"
