Head Hitting the South Wall (1)

Inside the barred window.

Li Jiaxuan squatted on the ground and looked up at the starry sky through the metal window at a 45-degree angle, his face filled with melancholy.

"He's in jail again…"

Counting the time he was captured in Jiangnan City, Li Jiaxuan had already entered this palace three times.

He was a classic repeat offender!

"It's really black June!"

In one month Li Jiaxuan was captured three times in a row because of a big sword. His reputation in Jiangnan Prefecture shocked both the "martial arts world" and the "sword world"!

"Li Jiaxuan!" A cold voice came in from outside the metal door. Then, his own phone was thrown in. "Call your family!"

Li Jiaxuan held his phone and became even more depressed.

There were two paths in front of him now. The first was to call Gao Haoran and ask him to help him get out. The second was to call his father to pick him up.