In the salt marsh mind, a third-class room 52, but also in the first floor of this dusty broken place, if you take 52, go out to another inn, you can rent a number of rooms, not to mention, but also can eat good endless.

Anyway, Guan Yu took out all his money. If he could give it back to him, he would take fifty-two and go anywhere he wanted. Why should he be burdened here, and he didn't even have a place to eat?

"What nerves do you have? If you don't live here, our department doesn't care about you." Wang Xiaorong pointed to the salt marsh and said,...