Ghost King and Concubine

Chapter 879 [Baby] Affiliation of Aotian Palace (1)

"It must be because I really need the help of the two of you that I dare to provoke the two emperors, so you should accept me." After all, Mo Zizhu is not the kind of person who can put on airs. He regained his "sissy" nature, his body swayed again, and his gestures were more...feminine than that of a real woman, Jia Ai!

The corners of Jiaai's eyes twitched, "I can deal with you first, and then save Yuanqiu."

"Uh... I believe you will definitely do this." Grand Master Pang is the best proof, "But you can do this, Yuanqiu can't wait."

His words made the hearts of the family of four tense up again in an instant, Feng Limo's face was full of storms, and the aura of sword drawing made the whole bamboo house suddenly plunge into the center of the whirlpool, Mo Zizhu couldn't help it Cold sweat.

"So I advise you, think it through..." Mo Zizhu originally wanted to emphasize the tone to force the family to commit the crime, but in the blink of an eye, his throat was in the hands of the family.

"Mr. Feng, don't get excited, you might as well listen to my request before you start." Mo Zizhu swallowed, and his voice naturally became weaker.

"I'm not interested in listening." Feng Limo's strength increased, and Mo Zizhu's face instantly turned into a liver color.

Feng Limo's attack was really ruthless, his fingers just grabbed his throat like this, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

"I, I... I just want to ask Mr. Feng to take this Yan Dao and take care of all the followers of Aotian Palace for me..."

Mo Zizhu spoke out his intention with difficulty, "As long as you agree to this condition, I promise to roll far away and not obstruct your eyes."

After working for a long time, there is only one purpose of this Mo Zizhu——

Want to give Aotian Palace to Feng Limo and Duan Jiaai? !

"Mom, did I hear correctly, this sissy uncle wants to give something, not grab it?" Yuan Shu showed a complete difference, as if he heard something strange.

Just because he was still a child, with such a perverse expression, Mo Zizhu felt a little embarrassed.

Even a child said he was talking nonsense... He stamped his feet uncomfortably.

"I'm telling you the truth. I'm not interested in the position of palace lord at all. Madam Feng also saw that I like making clothes more. It's just that I have the mission of revenge, so I have to wrong myself." ..."

Speaking of this, Mo Zizhu was quite helpless. He turned his head and stroked the hair on his forehead to the back of his head, "I hope Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng will be happy."

Feng Limo suddenly said seriously to Jia Ai, "This Mo Zizhu seems to understand style better than you..." flaunting coquettish style.

Jiaai gave him a white look, "What do you think?"

Feng Limo snorted softly, "In a few years, I will be the emperor who has passed away, and I will leave this matter to my son."

One pushes two, two pushes three... It's so strange that the right to make the final decision falls to Yuan Shu's hands as a matter of course.

Mo Zizhu looked down at Yuan Shu's direction full of expectation, his eyes were golden.

"Young Master Feng, what do you think?"

Yuan Shuren took two big steps, "The prince can consider it, but you have to resolve the crisis of the ball before considering it."

Mo Zizhu was stunned when he heard this, "At such a young age, he still knows how to be obedient, and His Royal Highness doesn't think much of me, the lord of Aotian Palace, right?"

He even put the prince's score in front of him.

When Jia Ai heard this, she frowned, but Feng Limo acted leisurely as if she had nothing to do with herself, and completely left the matter to her son to solve it.

(End of this chapter)