Wang Yunliang took a sip of water, suppressed the horror in his heart, and continued to read the dark ink with panic.

Of course, I understand that you want me to obey your laws. As a docile and tired commoner, I would create wealth in exchange for a pitiful salary and wealth, and when my body was exhausted and my brain was exhausted, I would die on the corner of the street. In this way, you will not call me a "cynical robber", but an "honest Ping."

Chapter 110 of "The Idealist in the Peerless Tang Gate": Panic is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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