Sir Ares, Goodnight

Spencer suddenly jumped up from his recliner in a lively manner as if he had seen gold.

"My daughter-in-law has come up the mountain. Hurry up and close all the formations."

The people in the hall were all dumbfounded.

One of his concubines reminded him. "Old Master, how can you close off all of the formations? What if the bad guys take the opportunity to enter?"

Spencer's fear of death had been obliterated. "We Yorks have 108 strongholds, yet we're afraid of a couple of tourists? What will happen if word gets out?"

The little concubine sighed silently.

In the past few years, the old master had tried hard to force the young master to marry and have children. In the end though, it was all in vain. If there was a woman who could sweep the young master off his feet, the old master would definitely treat her as his savior.

Spencer closed the roadblocks into the mountain, and Cole hurriedly rushed outside.

How could Spencer miss his son's big day? He hurriedly gathered everyone and ordered them, "Take the trumpets and sound them to give a warm welcome

the future daughter-in-law of Yorks' stronghold."

it did not take him long to realize that the road was much

and Josephine, who were walking in front, fell into the snow one after another. They

tree with great difficulty before pulling Josephine up. Then, he said with many grievances, "I told you that the left path is harder." sᴇaʀᴄh

to brush over his boss' wrong choice and said, "The right path would

before? You're just blindly worshipping him. I guess even his farts would smell nice

I, I... I have to take care of myself. I have a responsibility to

asked you

retreat. "How about we head back? It's

as solid as a rock. It would take much more to stop her. She retorted, "Why don't all of you head back? My husband and I will

about it. The gods aren't interested in snatching your useless

so he proceeded to stand

moment, there was a massive earthquake and trees began to move. Even the slopes were shaking

that he began howling like a wolf. "F*ck,

at the quiet, distant mountain. "It's