Cultivating My Empre

The table was pounded, and the plates jumped on it, scattering soup all over the place.,"Sir, they..." A bald man beside the middle-aged man spoke in a low voice, and at the same time, he gestured towards Zhang Liyang and his group.,With one kick, he sent the innkeeper sprawling to the ground like a gourd. The blow also knocked out the last vestige of courage from the innkeeper who instinctively rolled into the kitchen and cowered there, shaking.。