Hired a carriage, several people sat in the carriage and began to march towards Los Angeles. Among them, the most difficult one to serve is longtianso. He is used to the luxurious soft sedan in the royal palace. At this time, he is not used to the hard carriage.

"Cher, my leg hurts!" Leaning on the back of the car, long Tianluo slapped his teeth and stroked the pain on the face of the injured leg with his hand.

saihuatuo rolled his eyes and snorted scornfully, "Lord, I'm a thousand years old. You've occupied more than half of the whole carriage. Don't rob the world here." Indeed, in order to...