“What kind of joke is Master Wen playing at?"

Sang Fusheng's figure was as straight as a blade.

"Who is joking with you. I've already spoken to the commander, I'm currently assigned to the White Horse tower. Right now, I can be regarded as the subordinate of the Patrolling sword envoy, Marquis Ye. Hahaha, otherwise why do you think I have such leisurely time to sit here and eat noodles?" Wen Wan wiped his beard, saying excitedly: "Damn, it's really been too boring recently. ...