The street was bustling, and the vendors' shouts echoed continuously.
Fu Meng, being large, couldn't fit into the carriage, so it followed leisurely behind.
It just wasn't well-behaved.
Passing by a shop selling dried meat, it took a stroll inside, and when it came out, the small pouch on its neck was filled with food again.
It found stones on the ground to be an eyesore and kicked them away without hesitation.
Encountering a heated argument, Fu Meng, feeling it was its duty, went over to mediate the dispute, and somehow procured a hoe to hand over to one of them.
What's the use of arguing?
Get into a fight.
Hit him on the head.
In the Wei Family Army, there was nothing that couldn't be solved with fists!
Shunzi cursed as he tirelessly cleaned up the mess.
At this moment, Wei Zhao, who was resting with his eyes closed inside the carriage, reacted.
