"The Yellow River turns into a river on the ground. I'm going to clear it." Ba Xia shook off the sand on his body.
"I say, 6th brother, what is the era now? All kinds of high-tech is enough to dig out the Yellow River. You don't have to do it. You have lost my face." Yao Yao patted his fierce face.
"Haha, I'm used to being busy." Ba Ba scratched his tortoise shell and asked, "What can I do for you?"
"Lin Feng wants to move a mountain."
"Oh, this is easy."
"There might be flames everywhere at the foot of the mountain," Lin Feng noticed. "It might be very hot."
"I see. If your back gets burned too badly, you won't be able to do anything anymore. I'll ask Old Ninth to come out and put out the fire." Ba Xia shouted a few times.
"Sixth Brother, what happened? There are fires everywhere.
