"Come on, come on, staying home sleeping all the time will make you old, just like Elder Zhu Luo."
With chatter and laughter, the two figures disappeared at the gate of the courtyard.
After a long time, Qinghe, the Spiritual Snake pretending to be banana mosquito-repellant in the fruit tray, opened its eyes. It looked around and, finding no one, coiled back, closed its eyes.
Autumn's chill, rare peaceful sleep.
...
At the bottom of the ocean trench.
Truth be told, it's a waste of talent for Fuji not to pursue invasion in this state; she didn't take long to turn this place into a forward base.
She even divided herself into various troops, each with their own responsibilities, cooperating in seamless harmony.
Therefore, despite the general inefficiency of hunting in the sea, they quickly gathered a hundred Little Fujis evolved into golden plus status.
These hundred Little Fujis were divided into five teams, twenty Fujis per team.
