"Fat City Lord, I really are..."

"Stop!" The fat city lord angrily, "I dare to call me Fat City lord again, I will kill you on the spot!"

Wen Zilong nodded with a chuckle: "Okay, okay, don't shout, don't shout, it's anger. Lord, I'm really wronged. Many have never said that I am a seventh-level supernatural powerhouse, and it's what all of you barbarian dragons think."

The city lord's face was unstable.

I wanted to ask Wen Zilong for a gift, but because Haier was still by his side, he could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

The gift that has been given out is back.

Is this what his dignified city lord should do?

So I can only break my teeth and swallow it.

Now all the barbarian dragons have seen themselves treating this guy as an extraordinary seventh-level powerhouse. If everyone knows that this guy is not a seventh-level and his dear city lord has been deceived so badly, how could he lose the barbarian dragon?

So after thinking for a while, he finally thought of a decent way.

As for Haier next to him, he felt even more distressed.

I actually praised this guy for being a good man.

It's really a waste of time to tell it.

Especially before, I showed a sense of superiority in front of the Dou family and the Yi family, but now I feel so ashamed to think about it.

As for the gifts I gave, of course I have to come back.

But of course it was not in front of the city lord.
Chapter completed!