"After so long, I think I can say something useful, right?" The emperor crossed his legs, held the tea in the palm of his hand, and gently scraped it with the lid of the teapot.

In front of him was Wang Teng, who was kneeling on the ground with his palms on the ground.

Like this, in the city that never sleeps, and even in the capital division, there are such big people who call for wind and rain...

Chapter 903 of "I am a Generation of Saint Monarchs" Energy Reaches the Heavens? Which day? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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