Zhao Dongting felt so nervous that he was suppressed by this strong sense of gratitude and joy. The soldiers next to him had already blown away each other, saying that he had just shot and killed so many people, but the emperor could only encourage him to pretend to be serious.

He just looked around and wanted to find someone who could share his joy with him.

But unfortunately, it wasn't.

But he didn't have any gains at all, because he saw a Shadow Hall worshipper holding a piece of cloth in his hand.

This cloth is more than one meter long, and the offerings holding the cloth are undoubtedly quite eye-catching among the crowd.

Zhao Dongting said strangely: "That worshiper, what are you doing with the cloth?"

The worshiper opened his mouth, "Back to the emperor, this..."

He didn't know how to answer.

If this was the order of the palace master, would the palace master wear small shoes in the future?

Yue Yue's cold voice sounded, "This is mine. I bought it in the store when I entered the city to assassinate."

Zhao Dongting was even more surprised, "What did you buy this cloth for?"

They are here to fight, not shopping.

Yue Yue did not show any embarrassment and said, "Make clothes."

Zhao Dongting was stunned.

This answer is really...it's just a matter of speechlessness!
Chapter completed!