In this slow rotation, everyone heard a deep voice that seemed to have come straight from hell itself.
Most of them didn't understand what it said.
It was deep, and carried with it the strong accent of Mongolia.
If someone who understood Mongolian was present, they would probably understand its meaning —— It's too noisy.
Qin Yu: I have a premonition that I don't know, should I say it or not.
Jiaojiao: I don't want to hear. I don't want to hear. I don't want to hear! Shut up!
Qin Yu: Tie Muzhen might be here.
Su Lin suddenly thought of something, looked down, and saw the searchlight at the bottom—it's those people from all three countries, they have gone down.
Why did they go down? Naturally because what they wanted was down there.
In fact, there were also quite a few people from their own country.
Human nature, greed is the original sin.
