The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

When Tuoba Xuan heard Mo Xiao's words, his eyes moved slightly, and then he slowly raised his head.

He looked at Mo Xiao, his eyes full of red bloodshot, like a trapped beast, helpless, fearful and boundlessly angry.

But there was nothing he could do.

Finally, Tuoba Xuan lowered his head again and finally spoke with a hoarse voice: "You got what you wanted."

Mo Xiao smiled and said to Tuoba Xuan: "I get what I want, and I will naturally give you what you want."

"The army will set out tonight, and you have to follow me." Mo Xiao looked at Tuoba Xuan and said lightly.

Tuoba Xuan's body stiffened for a moment, and finally he looked up at Mo Xiao again.

Mo Xiao looked at him and said slowly: "The value of your painting will soon be verified. You will also get what you wish for soon."

Tuoba Xuan suddenly took a deep breath.

He sold his soul to the devil, and now the devil is going to fulfill his promise and realize his wish.

At this moment, Tuoba Xuan did not feel as happy as he had imagined, nor did he feel the satisfaction of getting what he wanted. Instead, he felt endless fear, and his body was even shaking uncontrollably.

Mo Xiao narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "Why, you don't want it?"

Tuoba Xuan froze again, and after these words turned over in his mind, he finally came to his senses.

Mo Xiao was asking him if he didn't want...

Tuoba Xuan stared for a long time, and finally his eyes focused little by little, then became firm, and finally all the fear disappeared, leaving only cruelty.

He looked at Mo Xiao and said word by word: "I want it!"

Yes, he wants to.

Even though he felt scared, he still wanted it.

He wanted to let his father, who had never looked at him straight in the eye, know that he was the only one worthy of being his son. He wanted to trample his brother, who did not treat him as a human being, under his feet and make him look up to him like a slave.

He wanted his mother to wear luxurious clothes and straighten her back which had been bent for a lifetime.

So, he wants.

Mo Xiao finally smiled again, looked at Mo Xiao and said, "Second Prince, we have a pleasant cooperation."

He reached out and slowly put away the scroll on the table, smiling and saying, "I like this painting very much, so I took it back to collect it."

Tuoba Xuan's nerves tensed up, he pursed his lips and looked at Mo Xiao, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Mo Xiao seemed to know what he was thinking and continued, "Such extraordinary painting skills are rare. I will keep it privately and will not show it to anyone easily."

Tuoba Xuan could tell that Mo Xiao was trying to reassure him. He heaved a sigh of relief, but the feeling of having a dog chain tied around his neck became stronger.

But today, he has no way out.

Mo Xiao had already put the scroll away and held it in his hand. Before turning around and walking out, he instructed, "Second Prince, get ready. I'm going to take you home."

After saying this, Mo Xiao turned around and left the tent.

After Mo Xiao left, Tuoba Xuan sat on the chair for a long, long time, until the sun rose high outside and the scorching sunlight fell on his face.

He finally raised his head, glanced at the sunlight, then stood up and shouted, "Someone come."

The door of the tent was pushed open, and several soldiers came in, bringing water for washing, food, and... a set of gorgeous clothes.

Tuoba Xuan stared at the suit for a long while, then forced a smile on his face: "Your Majesty is really considerate."

He wanted to present himself in the best possible manner in front of his enemies.