Zhang Weiyu squatted on the ground and panted. He had used too much physical strength while running. Thankfully, he ate well for the past few days. If not, he might not even have been able to run.
Lu Shu looked at Zhang Weiyu. "You're not a normal peasant."
Zhang Weiyu laughed. "You're not a normal slave either."
Lu Shu's expression darkened. Why did he feel as if Zhang Weiyu was always scolding others…
"What do we do now?" Lu Shu looked at Zhang Weiyu. "The Black Feather Army is here. How long will the rest of the troops take to come?"
