When Su Mu arrived at the main entrance of Yongletang, he found that there were all kinds of luxury cars parked on both sides of the door.

And Yongle Hall was actually open with a large middle door, and there was a person standing at the door.

An old man with a hunchbacked figure, wearing linen clothes and old cloth shoes, dressed as an old farmer, holding a cigarette pipe in his hand, smoking a dry cigarette.

The funnyst thing is that the old man's hair has completely fallen into the Mediterranean Sea, with only a few around him and is messy and blew by the wind, which is very funny.

Seeing the car parked steadily, the old man grabbed the tobacco pipe pot casually, raised his foot and knocked it hard on the upper part of the shoe a few times, inserted it into his waist, and looked at Su Mu with a smile.

"Young Master is here, I will give you one of my old bones?"

Su Mu was so hungry that he fell to the ground.

"Old man, stop teasing me. I am a junior. I should be the one you should be kidding."

The old guy changed his face faster than taking off his pants, and his face turned a little bit loud:

"What are you waiting for?"
Chapter completed!