"A naughty man, don't think about the old craftsman saving you when you die.

But as long as you confess your guilt, this chief inspector will help you invite the old craftsman to fine your life?"

Di Pu held the knife and said with a grim smile.

Relying on the old craftsman to save money?

It is possible to kill the old craftsman and rob it directly.

That's a miser...

As he talked about the banter, Wang Langjun came back to his senses and looked sideways, Di Pu's eyes showed cruelty, joking and contempt, and he felt unfair.

It is better to seek yourself than to seek others.

Wang Langjun felt sure and sat up to the pain of bleeding from the brain after being broken by Di Pu.

While covering the wound with his hands and pressing the wound to stop bleeding, he trembled with his lips in pain and said, "When will it be committed if you want to add a crime?"

"The eighth year of Zhenguan, April 15th, approaching noon..."

Di Pu smiled disdainfully.

Wang Langjun took a breath of cold air, turned his head and glanced around Di Kui and others. Everyone was as if they were angry, and suddenly stood up and sang to the sky: "Wencui lyrics of emotions."

Wu Jin swung the blood sword.

Gather civil and military skills to feed them.

The beautiful Tang Dynasty is now.”

Don't wear flattery.

I like to be lucky and rich.

Praise the beautiful country governed by the emperor today.

More than a dozen people were surprised. Where did this come from?

Could it be that the emperor sent to test the people's hearts?

Can you say it shamelessly?

Everyone was speechless, and Wang Langjun had not finished his intentions, so he turned to the half-open lattice window of the attic, staring at the loft that was faintly visible and shouting lyrically: "Writing poetry does not cut off your waist."

To destroy the enemy, you don’t need a knife.

Go on stilts.

Carrying beauty and making you proud.

Look at the present day and be full of charm.”

It's a limerick, but it doesn't make sense at first.

If you think carefully, is it a counterattack and ambition?

Everyone was so slutty that they were so stupid that they were so stupid?

However, this sentence stopped the crying in the boudoir.

"Oh, the lady blushed..."

The maid screamed, and Miss Chao said happily: "Let him go..."

The ladies and maids in the boudoir are in a cycle of joy and sorrow.

What were the people who gathered outside the room to govern Wang Langjun?

Only Wang Langjun responded: "Ms. Xie is favored by her, Langjun will never let her down..."

"Bah, shameless..."

Miss Chao was ashamed and angry, and was shocked outside the room, Di Pu, who waved his knife and angrily slashed Wang Langjun's neck: "Don't die, go to death!"

Danger, dying... Wang Langjun's body was full of hair.

"don't want…"

Miss Di exclaimed, and the sound of bumping inside the boudoir suddenly erupted.
Chapter completed!