Ye Luoli's Shadow Princess

Just like in his previous life, the King of France sat on a high seat with his eyes closed and dozed off, still wearing the mask on his face, pretending to be mysterious.

Mo Yu walked directly in front of the King of Dharma in her high heels, stood up, took off her mask, revealing her stunning face, and bowed gracefully, "King of the World."

He was so respectful that there was no fault to be found, completely different from his previous arrogance and casualness, like two completely different people.

The King of France's long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lifted his eyelids to look at Mo Yu, a hint of inquiry flashing across his sapphire pupils.

Mo Yu and the King of France stared at each other. Under the other's extremely oppressive gaze, cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She subconsciously pinched the hem of her skirt.

To fight against the King of France, she must move carefully and seize the initiative.

"I wonder why the king wants me here?"

The King of Dharma's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed Mo Yu's wrist and pulled it. Mo Yu reacted quickly, and took advantage of the situation to fall into the King of Dharma's arms.

In the moment when the other party wasn't paying attention, a faint smile flashed across Mo Yu's eyes.

It was exactly as she expected. In her previous life, she was standing far away from the King of Dharma and was not on guard, which led to the embarrassing scene.

But this time she was well prepared and used the King of France to do things that benefited her.

She could never get enough of playing hard to get.

Mo Yu raised her lips slightly, her eyes seductive, raised her hand and touched the left cheek of the Dharma King, her fingertips provocatively stroking the skin, and said in a gentle voice, "What is the Dharma King doing?"

The King of Dharma's eyes darkened, and he grabbed Mo Yu's rebellious hand, frowned, and said with a half-smile, "A Yu, do you really not know why I called you here?"

Mo Yu's eyes darkened slightly, and before the other party could speak, he said, "I know."

The King of France raised his eyebrows and gently stroked the protruding bones on her wrist with his fingertips, waiting for her next words.

It seemed that if Mo Yu said the wrong thing, he would crush her wrist without hesitation.

Mo Yu bit her lip.

Although she said this, she was not sure in her heart. In her previous life, it was the King of Dharma who took the initiative to propose her insignificant little trick.

This also proves that the other party already knew her plan at the time, and there would be no point in quibbling at this time.

But Mo Yu was not sure whether the King of France knew that what she said was all lies to him.

After thinking for a while, Mo Yu spoke carefully, "Are you talking about what happened under the tree that day?"

The King of Fa raised his eyebrows and said nothing. Mo Yu was worried for herself. The King of Fa didn't say anything, which made her a little unsure.

It's too stressful to discuss scheming with the King of France.

There was no other way, Mo Yu could only grit his teeth and continue speaking.

"That night, I vaguely saw you appear. I thought I was hallucinating because I drank too much, but the scenes were too real, so real that it was unbelievable. I hoped you were there, but I also hoped you were not."

The King of Fa raised his eyebrows and became interested. "Oh?"

Mo Yu continued to make up stories, "I didn't know what I would say. I was afraid that you would know the words that were hard to say, but I also wanted you to know what I was thinking. Later, I asked the ancient beast imprisoned there."

Mo Yu lowered the curtain, and the smile on the corners of his mouth was deliberately suppressed, appearing extremely bitter.

"It told me that you were really here. Do you know how happy I am? It wasn't just a dream. It really happened."

The King of France remained indifferent after hearing this, and instead looked at Mo Yu with a half-smile.

This gave Mo Yu the illusion that his plan had been seen through.