The crowd glanced at the king of Heaven's Will Nation below, Mingtushan, who was still pulling the entire civilization at high speed.
This universe is too mad!
The onlookers couldn't help but feel a tingle in their hearts, their eyes flickering:
"Perhaps this is also the scheme of the God of Merchants. Anyone who wants to kill him must first become a coachman in an era!"
Historical images of coachmen flashed across their minds, the more they thought about it, the more bizarre their expressions became.
This is simply a blatant open scheme!
Want to kill me?
You have to catch up with me, don't you? You have to imprison me all the time, don't you?
Then you'd better become a coachman first, carry the sedan for me!
To exhaust the God of Merchants, there's only one way: transform into a coachman and pull the base camp into action.
