Your subordinates are thinking about you all the time. Xuanwu immediately expressed his loyalty, his little eyes were rolling and watery, and he looked very hard to open his eyes but still couldn't open them widely.

Ziqian Mo =-=

I believe in your wickedness!

"Don't believe it! It's true! Your Highness, do you remember when you were a child, you sat on the shell of your subordinate turtle and raced against the rabbit? The subordinates even won! Run fast! ”

Xuanwu smiled, as if he had fallen into a good memory, "His Royal Highness at that time was really cute." A tiny, ball-like, fluffy one. ”

Mo Yan had been listening quietly beside him.

To be honest, from the moment he saw Xuanwu, he was disillusioned.

As a native of Beilan.

Instilled since childhood, Xuanwu is a spiritual totem that the people of Beilan should worship and believe.

But now?

The thing in front of me is lazy, verbose, and unsightly, where is it worth worshipping.

It wasn't until Xuanwu said that when the tortoise and rabbit raced and actually won the rabbit, Mo Yan showed surprise on his face and asked, "Your speed is faster than the rabbit?" ”

It's a bit of a surprise.

"Of course!"

Xuanwu suddenly became energetic, looked at Mo Yan with burning eyes, and said, "Young man, you are the prime minister of His Highness." Our Highness has also grown up, and he knows the flirtatious little brother, hehe. I originally thought that with His Highness's elm pimple head, he might not be able to open his mind for another 5,000 years. ”

"What did you say?"

Zi Qianmo's sharp eye knife was thrown over, "Elm pimple? ”

"No, no, no, the subordinate is elm pimple, the kind of pimple that smells and is hard." Xuanwu immediately froze, his head shrank, and he shrank into the turtle shell, "It wasn't me just now, it's not me...... Ah no, it's not this demon. ”

Zi Qianmo: "......"

Mo Yan: "......"

The first time I saw it, it turned out that I could still be so tricky.

God-like operation.

There's no one left.

I am most afraid that the air will suddenly be quiet.

After ten breaths of silence.

Mo Yan looked at his sweetheart and asked, "Do you want to help him turn it over?" ”

Ziqian Mo ==

"Nope."

Who wants to help this long-winded and timid turtle!

"Your Highness, how can you be so ruthless?" Xuanwu looked incredulous, the turtle's head came out of the turtle shell again, and his small eyes were full of accusations and grievances, "Help your subordinates turn it over, what can happen." ”

Ziqian Mo's face did not change: "No." ”

Xuanwu: "......"

He took a deep breath and pondered hard for a long time, then asked, "May I ask Your Highness, did your subordinates offend you before?" ”

In Xuanwu's impression, His Royal Highness is a very good demon.

To the same race, they are very easy to talk to.

The surface is cold, but in fact, the heart is very soft.

"Huh."

Ziqian Mopi doesn't smile, and the meat doesn't laugh either.

It's just such a dry one.

Xuanwu was instantly covered in cold sweat.

It seems that—

He really offended His Royal Highness the Demon King unintentionally!

It's too late!

When did he offend His Highness! Why didn't he have any impression of himself? Too wide to be afraid!

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. The subordinates are wrong. "Don't ask the reason first, apologize first.

"Oh." Apathetic Ing

The psychological damage you caused to this demon can be turned over with a casual word of sorry?

Tell you, no way!

There are no windows!

Xuanwu's bitter force,