"Dingyuan king!" Zhou Qiang has been sweating on his forehead, lying on the ground, even afraid to lift his head.

all the people around have consciously stepped back a few steps to show that they have nothing to do with the waiter this week, so as not to be affected. It's just that everyone is whispering in their hearts. Why is Dingyuan king here?

junchangqi glanced at Zhou Qiang, who was prostrate on the ground and kowtowed for a while, and kicked the soil fat circle aside. Zhou Qiang suffered from pain and almost didn't make a sound. After rolling on the ground, he knelt down again.

"forgive me, King...