Saving People

It was New Year's Eve, and in a certain dungeon, the guards on duty relaxed quite a bit.

A guard lazily leaned against the wall and yawned, dragging his voice, he said, "Sigh, every household is drinking and eating during the new year. Only we are still bitterly guarding this door. That prefect must have been enjoying his pretty girls a long time ago. I don't know what's so good about guarding this lousy dungeon. No one dares to come in. Those bastards are locked up and can't get out. I was even thinking of going to the Yihong Courtyard to look for Miss Yan'er."

His words attracted the approval of many guards, "That's right, that's right. We're the only ones who are unlucky. If we were to reincarnate as the son of the prefect, Hehe, our Lord is the local Emperor of Cairo City. At that time, not to mention Miss Yan'er, it wouldn't be too much for us to have all the girls of the Yihong Courtyard serve us!"