Donglai Tower is located on Taiping Street in the Inner City, spanning from north to south, where merchants and villagers come and go, and must pass through here.
He Wenbing clenched his teeth tightly, staring fixedly at Yang Meng, his throat trembling:
"Release Tai'Er, and I'll give you a way out. No matter how big the commotion is tonight, I, Mr. He, swear by the heavens, I will forgive and forget as if it never happened.
Silver, Cultivation Technique, treasured medicine, name your price, I'll give it all!"
At this moment, Yang Meng felt as if he had drunk strong spirits, utterly exhilarated, having been summoned around likening him to an obedient watchdog for so many years.
In the end, he had to let himself fall into a hot oil pot, get consumed clean by the master.
How could he not hate!
"Owner, when I used to follow you, I really couldn't stand Liang Laoshu, do you know why?
