"This little guy is so good, okay, for his sake, go to the east side of the city and see for yourself." The coquettish boss lady blew a kiss to Xiao Yin, and then walked towards other tables with a twist.
When Luo Yu heard this, he grabbed Xiao Yin, and Pi Xiu and Xiao Hong left.
The three monsters, which were not yet full, suddenly bared their teeth and claws, daring to be angry but afraid to speak.
To the east of Dongtian Capital City, on the high wall of the royal city, there is a yellow and orange royal list, with soldiers listed below, which is quite mighty.
Luo Yu stood in the crowd and looked towards the king list.
"Now that I, the King of the East, am ill, I have issued a notice to the pharmacists at all levels in Dongtian. If anyone can cure my King's illness, he will be rewarded heavily."
Is King Dong Tianshou sick? Luo Yu's eyes lit up, this is a good opportunity.
She is very knowledgeable about difficult and complicated diseases.
"hehe……"
"hey-hey……"
While Luo Yu was having a good time, the residents of Dongtian Capital who were watching the list walked away with smiles as they watched.
"Hehe, you have to treat my king again, so why don't you give up?"
"Haha, if I were my king's parents, I would also show him..."
"Haha, actually this is not a big deal after all..."
"Yes, yes, it's really not big, haha..."
There was no deliberate suppression or loud shouting. The low conversation was full of laughter, as if the people in the East Heaven knew what kind of disease their king had.
But they are not anxious or bored, but are smiling happily, this...
Luo Yu looked at the Dongtian people talking around him and wondered, what kind of disease did the Dongtian King have?
"Uncle, let me ask, what kind of strange disease does King Dongtian have?" The young man was smart and immediately asked the person next to him.
The middle-aged man with full beard turned back and glanced at the mistress, with a hint of warning in his eyes: "Outsiders? Why do you ask this?"
"Oh, my eldest brother is a pharmacist, let's ask..."
"You want to treat our king's illness, right?" Before the mistress could finish speaking, the alert middle-aged man burst into laughter.
"Yes, yes." The third son nodded vigorously: "So, we want to know..."