100 million types of circulation!
Fu's breathing was heavy, and he didn't listen to Pharaoh tumeng's words.
You're the one who said link was just bragging, and you're the one who's telling me not to act on impulse.
Right and wrong were all up to pharaohs tumeng's words, and Fu was really unconvinced.
Since the boss said that he believed in his own judgment, what right did you, Pharaoh tumeng, who has expired for more than a thousand years, have to give orders? According to the latest garbage classification principles in the sand City, things like Pharaoh tumeng were considered expired garbage.
Ah Fu, I was just joking. The space under the mud is so thick and large. How can we find the temple in such a short time? let's come out and look for clues first. Pharaoh tumeng was truly afraid. If he was the slightest bit careless in this wave, he would play with fire and burn himself. This was mud, not like children playing in it.