C957 The Marquis of Ten Thousand Households

“Everett, what should we do now?”

Lying on the soft inflatable sofa, the cold wind from the cave in the night sprinkled down. Fatty took a blanket and covered his body.

“Fatty, do you believe me?”

Everett asked as he roasted the beef.

As the fragrance of the beef spread throughout the entire tomb, Fatty couldn’t help but become excited