Cultivating My Empre

"Third son, hurry over and take the guest's horse to the stable. Remember to feed it the best hay!",As the shopkeeper led the way to the second floor, Zhang Liyang and his companions were assigned several rooms. They then entered their respective rooms to wash up.,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.。