"After all, just relying on honest hunting, being exploited, I normally need to earn ten silver taels. It would take at least half a year of time. But now, it only took a few minutes to get ten silver taels."
Indeed, as the old saying goes.
Killing and arson brings gold belts, building bridges and roads leave no corpses; the ancients never deceive me." Murmuring, Lu Yuan burrowed into the mountain ridge.
Those Qingzhu Gang members could catch up any moment, better run into the mountain, so that there is enough sense of security.
Only in the big mountains can excellent hunters, like fish entering water, play to their full strength without restraint.
He was looking forward to the Qingzhu Gang people chasing in.
Just now, ten silver taels were a bit less, our Dayu Mountain Arrow God, wanted to fish for more.
...
A moment later.
At the entrance of Xiaoyu Village, that strong man who was originally at the city gate, Du Qing, hurriedly came with his seven younger brothers.
