C752 royal pot-bellied meal

A group of one hundred guards were slowly advancing on a official road carriage, and in the middle of the carriage sat a man from Embroidered Youth.

This person was Wei Yong, but the current Wei Yong had a lonely expression on his face.

"Damn it, I actually lost to Old Sixth!"

Wei Yong's face became gloomy, his fist striking the side of the carriage, thinking about his current situation