C1280 The Lord Is a Saintly Man

Ann Wuyang, who couldn't kiss enough, laid on the edge of the bath barrel and grumbled.

"This sovereign doesn't need it."

Ann Wuyang squinted his eyes, "Why?"

"This sovereign doesn't stink." Jiang Yong said softly.

There was no dislike in his words, but he could not stand the thought of it any longer. The spiritual arts in his head were truly amazing