The End of the Emperor's Industry

Mo Bai couldn't help being startled and instinctively raised his hand to cover his swollen cheek, his spiritual eyes widened in disbelief.

"You..." Mo Bai's temperament was a little arrogant and arrogant. Now that Gu Bufan was so rude to him, he naturally felt angry and opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't want Gu Bufan to take the lead.

"I know what you want to say?!" He said coldly: "It's nothing more than asking why my Highness slapped you..." He glanced at him sideways and said contemptuously: "You took my son Brother Shu, shouldn't I, as his good spouse, defend my own love...!" He spoke with clear contempt, Mo Bai heard the words, even though he was angry in every way, he just , when he opened his lips to defend himself, Mo Zishu went one step ahead.

"Don't get angry...Eh, hahaha, don't get angry..." He looked at him with a smile all over his face, utterly embarrassingly flattering between the lines. "Xiaofan is young and acts impulsively. Please don't blame him...I'm rude..." He clasped his fists and smiled at Mo Bai: "It's really rude. It's..."

Seeing Mo Zishu bowing his knees for Gu Bufan like this, Mo Bai, as a cultivator, naturally understands the principle of forgiving and forgiving, thinking that he is so humble as the king of a high and high clan, and thinking about his own situation, He had no choice but to suppress the anger in his heart.After all, a person under the roof always has to learn to bow his head. Now, or in the future, he may have to "rely on" the person in front of him.

"No problem..." Mo Bai said lightly, and then, pretending to be magnanimous, smiled and glanced at the Mozi book and Gu Bufan, and left.

And this brief warm smile disappeared without a trace the moment he turned around.

Maybe what Gu Xiaoyu said is right, Mo Bai should be reduced to a world of mortals after all, because, after all, he is just a mortal.

In the whole forest of Polygonatum odoratum, only Mozishu and Gu Bufan are left hanging around at this moment, the trees seem to be quiet but the wind keeps blowing, the dead leaves are scattered, and the ground is full of autumn.

"Xiaofan..." Mo Zishu swallowed his saliva with some difficulty, and then opened his lips and said: "You..." He looked at him with warm and warm eyes, as if he had no words to say There are thousands of words, but the words are about to blurt out, but when they reach the lips, the lingering affection turns into only one word "You..." Maybe it's because I don't know what to say, or maybe it's because I've experienced something, Some words, I don't know where to start, and I start to be cautious about what I do.

"Xiaofan understands Brother Zishu, what he wants to say... Regarding the matter with Su Yuheng, Xiaofan does not blame Brother Zishu for not being able to make it in time..." He tilted his head and looked intently at elsewhere. "It's only because Xiaofan deserves to be like this, but... there is one thing..." He sighed, as if the next words required great courage. "There is something, but Xiaofan has to explain it clearly to brother Zishu..." His voice was a little hoarse, and the line of his voice was faint.

"What... what..." Hearing what he said, Mo Zishu's heart couldn't help sinking, his hands clenched tightly, the sharp nails dug deep into the flesh, and he sweated a little .

"Xiaofan's incomplete body..." He raised his eyes and glanced at him. "I'm not worthy of you, brother Zishu..." He said in a low voice, pretending to be plain, but his eyes were full of tears.

Hearing the words, Mo Zishu first stared at Gu Bufan in a daze, then came back to his senses and forced him into his soft embrace.

"How could it be... Didn't brother Zishu promise to Xiaofan that no matter what Xiaofan becomes, brother Zishu will always protect Xiaofan from life to life..." He softly Smiling, looking down at him lightly, rubbing his hair with his hands behind his back, "Why... so soon... have you forgotten..." His tone was full of The coquettishness of a child, and the pampering revealed between those words.

But he broke free from his embrace with a look of distress and entanglement on his face.

"Brother Zishu...Xiao Fan doesn't need your pity..." He lowered his head and bit his lips: "Really..."

"This is not pity...this is my love for you, this is my responsibility to you..." He still spoke nicely: "Okay, Xiaofan, be good, follow Brother Zishu Is it okay to go back to the palace, we have to learn to forget about unpleasant things... and be with the person in front of us..."

He pretended to be absent-minded about everything, took his hand, and wanted to walk with him, but unexpectedly, he was thrown away again.

This time, his attitude was a bit harsh.

But Mo Zishu understood that he did this just to make him give up.

"Brother Zishu, you are really enough!" He yelled: "Don't always put on an appearance of tenderness in front of Bufan like this, okay?! Who doesn't know that when you are cold, you will make people stand upright?" Hmph!" He sneered: "You are kind to Xiaofan because you feel guilty towards my mother, right?! Xiaofan feels that brother Zishu treats Xiaofan like his own child, but Xiaofan , I don’t need this kind of love like family affection!”