"Master Mo, this is the nineteenth time this year that King Beiju and King Xihe have given out betrothal gifts. Will you marry me or not?" A man eight feet tall with fine features knelt on the ground, looking at his young master sadly, and said quietly.
A certain young man turned around seriously and said with a sly smile: "Brother Wuyou, I treat you well on weekdays, so you are only responsible for carrying gifts. As for getting married, hehehehe~ I'm still young~"
With tears in his eyes, Wuyou looked at the nine-year-old little girl in front of him with despair, sighing in his heart: Alas! I can't live this day!