Jiang Wangting froze, as if he heard a fool speaking.

"You want to rise up?"

"Can't you?" The Soul Tree swept around.

The buildings of Chiyun Country are open, white buildings, with huge windows on all sides, the climate on the right bank is much warmer, the weather is too cold, and you only need to hang a special bamboo curtain, and now the bamboo curtain is opened, and the slaves working outside can't help but stop their work when they hear the words inside.

They looked at the Brahman, as if they had heard the language of another world, and they couldn't help but be fascinated.

"Look at what? Do you want to rise up too!? Jiang Wangting roared angrily, and those slaves came back to their senses, quickly lowered their heads, and continued their previous work.

"Jun Xiaoma, I think you're impatient!" Jiang Wangting believed that he was strong, and he actually took it upon himself to swing a fist and smash it towards Fan Lingshu.

"Be careful!" Jiang Ci shouted, and with a flower in front of him, Fan Lingshu moved dexterously to avoid Jiang Wangting, but let him pounce into the air, stumbling and almost falling down the steps.

Fan Lingshu grabbed his hand from behind, pulled him up, and slapped him hard.

Syllable!

A crisp sound silenced the whole yard, and the slaves raised their heads again, their mouths wider than eggs.

Jiang Wangting looked at her in disbelief.

No way...... How could this slave move so fast?

"Young Master, it's not like you can fight slaves if you want to." Fan Lingshu pushed him away, and this time Jiang Wangting didn't stand firm, and really fell down the steps.

Fan Lingshu clapped his hands, what a thing, even if you don't use spiritual power, this kind of goods is not qualified to jump in front of her!

At this time, she was standing on the high steps, and the slaves, servants, and guards below all looked up at her, and no one dared to speak out.

"You're dead! You're dead! Jiang Wangting broke his leg and struggled to get up.

I don't know what's going on, I'm obviously a cultivator, but in the face of this slave, I don't even forget to use my spiritual power.

Fan Lingshu shook his head, sneered and walked down the steps to leave Jiangjiabao.

Jiang Ci got up from his chair and looked at her back.

When she spoke just now, there was a very familiar feeling, much like the person who would appear every night to help her treat her legs.

Could it be that the mysterious person is Jun Xiaoma?

Jiang Wangting was helped up by someone, and when he saw Jiang Ci, his stomach was on fire, this slave gave birth to a lowly, cheap, and embryonic child, because he himself suffered this humiliation!

Jiang Ci still sat silently, neither coming up to care about it, nor showing any sarcastic and mocking expression.

Jiang Wangting couldn't hold down his breath and couldn't get out, so he almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Jiang Ci, I came back to you this time because I wanted you, as a member of the Jiang family, to be in charge of the underground Colosseum!" Jiang Wangting slowed down for a long time before he spoke.

"The Colosseum, I don't understand anything." Jiang Ci said.

"Someone will help you! Take your time to understand! Jiang Wangting didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, waved his hand casually, and asked someone to take him down.

Jiang Ci had no ability to refuse the Jiang family's request, so he could only push a wheelchair and follow behind the person in charge and come to the Colosseum from the secret passage.

"Little master, you don't have to worry about anything, you just need to sign these documents, this is your study."

The person in charge took Jiang Ci into a study, which was full of books and literary toys, and Jiang Ci showed a slight smile on his face.