Cultivating My Empre

"Third son, hurry over and take the guest's horse to the stable. Remember to feed it the best hay!","Damn it, shopkeeper! Can you hurry up Are you trying to starve me to death","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."。