Writing her will———2

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"What do you mean you made it? Did you not find it somewhere lying here?" Mo Qiang asked when she saw Yin Fu running towards the turtle tuber, she thought that he picked it from somewhere but now he was telling her that he made it. With what?!

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" Where will I get something this great? There is no canon made to take a turtle tuber that big down in the market yet," stated Yin Fu with a blank look on his face, a frown settling between his eyebrows as she parted his lips and explained, " I had to pick up starters, smoke bomb and a lot of things on my way. You are lucky that I was carrying my gun-making kit for monkeys, though it took a lot of time I was able to make it just in time or else I would have to make a chainsaw as well to cut its belly open and take you out." 

Mo Qiang: （;^ω^）