The End of the Emperor's Industry

It is said that since Gu Bufan disappeared the day before yesterday, Mo Zishu has been shutting himself in the bedroom, locking the door of the palace, not asking about political affairs, and not seeing anyone.The servants and wives who were serving were also kicked out of the door by him.

There was nothing to do, considering that the people in the Snake Clan were helpless, and the dragons had no leader and no one to control them, so they had no choice but to find Mo Bai, because in their eyes, maybe Mo Zishu could return Mo* that night and allow him to live here for a long time. , This also shows that the friendship between the two of them is very deep.

At this time, Mo Bai was sitting in meditation in the green forest in the backyard, when he saw Su Zhang, the steward of the snake tribe, he opened his eyes and got up sensitively.

"What?" He asked with a polite smile, "Is your Snake King still so sluggish?"

"Yes!" Su Zhang was anxious. "It's been two days, and His Majesty the Snake King is still so decadent... Sigh!" Su Zhang was in a dilemma, glanced at Mo Bai, and was about to speak, but Mo Bai had already seen through him.

"You want me...to persuade him?" Mo Bai still looked calm, and without waiting for Su Zhang to answer, he walked towards the sleeping hall of Mo Zishu—Lande Hall.

Mo Bai reached out and pushed the door, but the door was still tightly bolted.

"Didn't you say get out! What are you doing again! Get out!" In the room, Mo Zishu heard the movement, and thought it was those little servants and servants who came to disturb him again, so he cursed loudly, his voice was full of crying and trembling more than.

Hearing this, Mo Bai sighed, a little helpless.

Thinking about Mo Zishu at this moment, he must be heartbroken. If he just stood at the door to persuade him, it might take half a day, and there might not be any results. , through the gate of the palace, and went into the house.

The dark brown wine jars were thrown all over the ground, scattered everywhere, and some of them were fragmented.

The rich smell of alcohol is scattered, as if the air is about to be intoxicated by this mellow but intense smell.Mo Zishu was sitting on the ground without any image, leaning on a coiled snake, his eyes were drunk, his face was blushing, and he hiccupped from time to time.

He was clearly drunk, but he still kept picking up the wine jar beside him and pouring himself boldly.

"Your Majesty the Snake King..." He walked up to him and squatted down. He reached out and snatched the wine jar from his hand, and said, "Don't drink any more..." His voice was clear.

"Huh?" He lazily raised his head, eyes blindfolded. "You...why are you grabbing my stuff!" He wanted to grab it with his hands behind his back, but his attitude suddenly became fierce in the last second.

"Even if you drink to death, your Gu Bufan, maybe, may not come back..." He smashed the spirit in his hand into pieces.He hooked his lips, his face was as clear as jade. "Instead of anesthetizing yourself with alcohol, you might as well... stand up... use all your strength to find him... It's only been a few days, and you actually... ....It's just so depressing..." He looked at him provocatively, and deliberately elongated his tone: "You are really useless...just... abdicate and let the virtuous... ...."

"What did you say?!" Hearing this, Mo Zishu suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Bai's neck, his eyes were wide open, and his beautiful face was involuntarily full of murderous intent through the drunkenness.

Seeing him like this, Mo Bai just smiled, but didn't speak...