Chapter 897: Old Monk, You Broke Your Vow of Anger

ting a bowl of rice and then cursing your mother after putting down your chopsticks!"Speaking of which, Su Zhen-ting let out a cold sneer and said, "Your Highness didn't scold you wrong. You all appea...lowtail robes and embroidered spring knives stood guard every five meters along both sides of the street.The street was long, stretching from one end to the other. Zhang Laosan, who lived in the middl...