"Jiang Fuyi, really happy and happy..." Wen Tian took a sip of tea, looked at Jiang Le, who was kneeling down and trembling, and said coldly.

Jiang Lena dared to reply, slapped his slap and couldn't help but aggravate a lot, "Small **** small, **** small, please forgive the young..."

"Hmph, look at your fat, someone who has done that thing will lift your belly, it seems that you have been fishing for oil and water in the capital of the capital in the past five years...?" Wen Tian still persisted. Said.

Jiang Le was taken aback when he heard it, and he couldn't help but look at his belly that was about to droop down to his thighs. He couldn't help but sweat first-class. He thought to himself, if you don't slap people in your face, you curse people and don't expose your shortcomings, can you give some face...

I thought to myself, but gritted his teeth and said: "The little one doesn't know that Master Wen is coming, the little one is confused...the little one is damned..."

As he was talking, a sergeant in the city lord’s mansion broke in and saw the city lord kneeling on the ground, shaking and stammering. attitude.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Le looked back at the innocent sergeant, an angry face that you can die if you dare to speak out.

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