Cultivating My Empre

In the Great Qin Dynasty, the official roads closer to the imperial city were wider and more solid, but there were also more people. Even riding a horse, one couldn't speed up much.,"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.。