Chapter 42, The Tasteless Fruit of Divine Punishment_1
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"Shan Zaizai, how many Fruit of Divine Punishment are there in the small forest?" Ge Xing asked seriously.
Ji Nuan thought for a moment, his face slightly troubled. "I can't count them all, it was full everywhere I looked when I was hunting the Giggle Beast.
And it's not clear whether the Tumang Tribe has thrown Divine Punishment Fruit in other parts of the tribal territory."
Upon hearing Ji Nuan's words, the faces of the two beasts could not help showing extreme discomfort.
"Ge Xing, you go and organize the orcs to pick up all the Divine Punishment Fruit in our tribal territory. I will think of a way to deal with them.
I hope our Watson Tribe can safely survive this disaster." Grandma Shaman's face was ashen, and her body looked more hunched than ever.
Looking at the elderly woman, Ji Nuan felt worried about Grandma, who was the first one to show her warmth in this foreign world. "Clan Leader, is Grandma Shaman okay?"