Shen Qingye tightened his grip on his waist, feeling like a reckless and ignorant fool, his heart filled with unspeakable shame and indignation.
He wanted to shout a question!
Suddenly, there were two more "puff puff..." sounds.
Shen Qingye's face suddenly stiffened. He decided to question him another time. He immediately covered his stomach and clenched his anus.
hateful!
Don't get angry, anger promotes digestion!
Actually, this was entirely Shen Qingye's fault for judging others by his own petty standards, overthinking things, and misunderstanding the tyrant.
In Ji Yan's eyes, Shen Qingye was roughly the same as an ugly wildflower by the roadside, the smallest shrimp in the water, or the dust in the corner of a house.
Such an inconspicuous thing, which could be easily crushed, is it worthy of his painstaking design?
He doesn't even deign to take the old Marquis of Anbo's mansion seriously, let alone a good-for-nothing who can't cause any trouble even if given a chance.
Ji Yan's gaze fell on the brightly lit room not far away.
He was just curious about what the frizzy hamster was doing when he suddenly left, assuming she would eat and drink to her heart's content, take a nice bath, and then play a couple of rounds of poker with the maid.
Unexpectedly, none of these were the case.
Shen Jiao continued to berate him for several hours without stopping, using nine different sentences out of ten, saying that his head was like a ball that could be kicked all the way to the department store.
Although the tyrant didn't know what a ball was, he got more and more excited as he listened. Wasn't this more interesting than the cursing of those old fogies in the court?
And what about the people of the world? They either cursed him for being cruel and inhumane, or said he would surely be punished by heaven, or that he would surely receive retribution. They kept repeating the same few sentences over and over, without any innovation or originality, and he was tired of hearing them.
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