Cultivating My Empre

Zhang Liyang didn't choose the official post station, but instead stayed at a private inn.,The table was pounded, and the plates jumped on it, scattering soup all over the place.,"Mmm." Seeing their boss say it was fine, the bald man no longer looked at Zhang Liyang and his companions. Instead, he continued in a lower voice, "I don't know how long that old geezer can hold on for. Damn it, he's killed so many of us."。