"Uncle! It's broken! It's broken! I'm afraid today's banquet will be ruined! Just now Riwoji of Baima Qiang, Li Gude of Shenlang Qiang, and Lu Gan of Ran Jianqiang all sent people to tell them why they were suddenly ill.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to come…”

"Are you sick?" Han Sui suddenly frowned.

What a lame excuse this is. Didn't you feel fine the past two days and then you just got sick?

When did the Qiang people become like the Han people and know how to use illness as an excuse?

Baima Qiang, Shenlang Qiang, and Ranjun Qiang are three relatively large Qiang tribes. If they don't come, it will be equivalent to destroying nearly half of Han Sui's power...

Just when Han Sui was still wondering what happened, another soldier suddenly ran up and came forward panting to report: "Master Marquis, young Master... This, the Qingyi Qiang and Wudu Qiang just now also

I sent someone to tell me... that I couldn't come..."

"Asshole!" Ma Chao kicked the soldier who reported the news aside, and then said angrily to Han Sui, "Uncle, what happened? What on earth is going on?" Qingyi Qiang and Wudu Qiang are also from Xiliang.

Tribe, now, even if Ma Chao thinks with his toes, he knows that today's banquet is a complete failure.

Han Sui frowned. Although he didn't say anything, he was muttering in his heart, "You fucking think I'm a god. If you ask me, who should I ask..."
Chapter completed!