Peach Blossom Debt

"Young Master." Wang Touer looked at me. There were two or three swollen bags on the red and black skin, and his beard was slightly sweaty and shaky.

Even though the autumn is standing, the sun at noon is no weaker than the three days. Qiu cicada screamed, and the heat on the ground made her feet sore.

"Master, the little ones ambush here on the orders of the young master. What task can they wait for? I hope the young master will make it clear."

I pinched a mosquito drinking blood on my cheeks, wiped a lot of sweat, and smiled yawning.

"Master, I'm going to rob someone today, and I've taken this path. When the carriage comes, you'll cover your face and rush out, be sure to catch it alive."