Mo Ling asked with a gloomy face: "Ye Buli, I heard that you plan to abandon me?"
Ye Buli snorted arrogantly: "I heard that you plan to become Princess Jing of Zheng State?"
"Aren't you unwilling to take her to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests? Ling'er, is my Queen of Da Chu worthy of you?"
"Princess? Queen?" Ye Buli glanced at the two young masters in white clothes one by one. "She is the Shura King of Dayan, and you are worthy of her."
"You don't deserve it either." He Lanjing and Zhao Chenyi said in unison.
Ye Buli hugged his woman into his arms, his face frosty, "Why don't you deserve it?"
Before he finished speaking, he fell to the sky and was stepped on his chest. Someone laughed and said: "I don't want any of you three. I can live happily in seclusion in the mountains and forests alone."
Feng Ruzhai, the emperor of Dayan, rushed up and hugged someone's thigh, sobbing loudly: "Uncle, you can't leave me alone. Dayan relies on your reputation."
Mo Ling looked at the sky speechlessly. She didn't want to be the God of War, the God of Killing, or the King of Shura. She just wanted to kidnap the man she loved and find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to live an ordinary life.
But why is it so difficult?
Many years later, when I occasionally suffered from insomnia, I recalled the first time I saw Ye Buli. I still smiled lightly and stamped my mark when I saw him right. It was really the behavior of a gangster.
And Ye Buli will never forget that he was actually frivolous by a woman.
