C1195 General yuan huo

"Mo Feng, what do you think?" The miser looked at Mo Feng who was frowning. Why was he here again? He could already smell an unusual scent from it.

"Yes." Mo Feng nodded his head gravely, the imperial butcher had already confirmed his thoughts, it seemed that tonight's feast would truly be a Hongmen feast.

"Lord, what are you talking about?" However, the fatty's mental state was rather bad