My dignified killer of the 21st century, Mo Xuanli, actually traveled through time. Let me go, what is this mess? It can't be a legendary spell. . What did you call me? Waste. . How is it possible, how could I. . . Go ahead, I'm really a waste. . . I don't believe it anymore. I, Mo Xuanli, will always be a waste. "Little girl, why do you have to dress up as a man?" He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, oh, oh, it's none of your business." The handsome young man impatiently pushed away the man who was a head taller than him. The man frowned and pinched his chin. "You are my king's little princess. Do you think it is none of my business?"