C345 Dark Aged

Mo San's mouth was about to scrunch into the back of his head!

He ordered a dozen or so of them to carry the supplies to the back of the ship.

Seeing the river mist, he could not help but complain:

"Son of a bitch! Look out for your feet in such a fog! If you dare to slip and spill your food bags, I'll take your lives!"

As the silver and gold entered his account