Chapter 935

or trickery; they were simple and straightforward, lacking even the slightest trace of energy. It was just a plain, unadorned punch.This punch, it felt like the sky was falling.Zhao Ping'an knew very...Chapter 935

A bed is inside the room.

A woman with sweat dripping from her brow, who had originally seemed reluctant, suddenly sat up straight upon hearing this.

It is exactly Zhao Ji's month!

"ideration!""The moment the Imperial Decree was issued, Zhao Ping'an was doomed. The day after tomorrow, at the Cai Market entrance, he will surely be beheaded. Otherwise, where would the majesty of ou...