Cultivating My Empre

Although Zhang Liyang, who was also eating, didn't look this way, he still felt several pairs of eyes staring at him. However, Zhang Liyang was too lazy to pay attention.,"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.。