History Is Always Strikingly Similar

On the way to the magistrate court, everything went smoothly, so Hu Xiao looked at the expression on the man's face and naturally had some considerations in his heart. It seemed to be authorized by someone, but she did not know who the person behind him was.

The man was still proud of himself, but he didn't know that the people behind him were looking at him as if he was a dead man.

Prefect had already been waiting in the main hall, when the man saw Prefect, he immediately started to cry for his father and his mother.

Prefect saw that the few people behind the man were a little familiar, but after thinking about his orders, he could only bite the bullet and speak.

"Who is your subordinate?" Why was there a commotion? "And so on and so forth."

Although he was speaking to the man, his eyes were sharp as he looked at Hu Xiao and the others, guessing their identity.