Suddenly, a slight sound came from a big tree in the distance. How could someone appear in such a desolate place?
"Young master, we have been waiting for more than a month. This place where birds don't s**t, no, no, it should be only the place where birds only come to s**t. How long will it take to ripen this fruit on the Ghost Tree? Eating these difficult rations every day, I either sleep or practice martial arts every day. If we wait any longer, I'm going crazy." It turned out that there was a small tree house built on the branches of a huge tree. This man named Lao Li was bald with square ears, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and strong muscles. He was obviously a combat type.
"Old Li, what are you arguing about? Even the young master is not in a hurry. Don't spoil the young master's bus
