He saw Zhou Mu struggling to sit up and sneered, his eyes full of unabashed malice and contempt.
"Hey, our big shot at Feishayi is awake?" Zhao Si walked to the stable railing and deliberately shook the half bucket of bean paste in his hand. It was obviously mixed with a lot of sand and grains. "It was very comfortable last time to deliver the letter? You held the wine gourd in the field and almost let the wolf pick it up. I had to trouble my brothers to find it! How come you didn't freeze to death, you loser!"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his foot and kicked the barrel hard.
"Clang!"
The wooden barrel overturned, and the bean paste mixed with sand spilled all over the floor, mixed with the already dirty grass and mud.
Zhou Mu said nothing, but slowly raised his head and looked at Zhao Si.
