Zhao Yun finally came out. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was pale. When he left the room, he didn't step firmly.

"Master."

"Have a meal."

It’s time to eat. I’m so hungry. I’m training my body every day. I’m so hungry that my eyes are filled with stars.

Under the old tree, a wine table was set up.

The picture is still very warm, there is a bright and bright shopkeeper, and the servants also take advantage of it.

After the meal, Zhao Yun patted his belly and stood up.

Yang Dawu Er is not very impressive. Maybe he hasn't eaten meat for a long time, and he still licks his hands.

Zhao Yun smiled and threw back another money bag when he left.

"Master, this..." Lao Suntou stood up.

"Don't worry, it's not the money on the account." Zhao Yun waved his hands with his back to the three of them. The whole set of actions clearly stated what he meant: follow the young man to hang out, be popular and drink spicy food.

"It's better, young master."

Wu Er opened the money bag and said, Oh my God! There must be more than a hundred taels.

In the room, thunder sounded, and Zhao Yun started to adjust again.

Zhao Yun started again, sacrificed thunder and lightning, and opened the military store three days later. He had to make a name for himself. Not only did he have to defend his grandfather's hard work, he also had to disgust the Liu family.

Um?

The Moon God who was lying on the moon didn't know why he was crazy. He was in a false sleep, but he suddenly sat up and stood still for three seconds before looking at Zhao Yun.

This look was different from the past, those dreamy and water-like beautiful eyes slowly narrowed into a line.

"How is that possible?"
Chapter completed!