Your Majesty, Empress Is Escaping

After Ink Yan asked, there was complete silence. The servant who originally wanted to reprimand Mo Yan immediately became mute! All the noble's attention was immediately snatched away by the news that Molda wanted to pardon this slave!

Young Master Xian, who was walking in the passage, nearly fell to the ground in shock!

Could it be said that when a person was down on their luck, even drinking cold water would cause them to clench their teeth?

The heavens had arranged for him to kneel down and apologize to the other party. Not only did he invite them to work, he had even obtained a powerful protective umbrella?

What should he do?

Young Master Xian looked at the corridor and made a decision.

At the same time, Mordor rose from his place and said, "This one is more and more like my old friend." He held the handle and looked down at her. His gaze was filled with a complexity that he did not even notice.

A nobleman saw the opportunity, brought the wine, and seized the opportunity to inquire whether the matter was true or false.

However, the look in Molda's eyes was very cold. His entire body exuded a pure killing intent, and he slowly squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

"Scram ~"

How many pampered nobles could stand it? In less than a second, the scene was automatically cleared.

After doing this, Molda leaned back against the armrest and watched the field with rapt attention.

At this time, Young Master Xian walked out of the stone door and stood opposite of Mo Yan. His face was ashen as he clenched his fists. "49, I'm here to apologize to you." After he finished speaking, he took a few more steps forward and bent his knees and bent his back, ready to apologize.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yan coldly snorted, and took half a step forward with her left leg, raising her head high into the air.

"You don't need to kneel down and apologize, right? I can allow you to kiss my feet instead of apologizing! "

At that time, the eyes of the young master Xian were filled with dirt and dirt!

Such dirty feet, making me kiss it in front of a thousand people?

His entire body was trembling! He squeezed the words out between his teeth with incomparable grief.

"49, don't fucking push me too far!"

Mo Da, who was watching from the side, took a sip of the fragrant tea. He suddenly wanted to know how the Ink Yan below would deal with this situation.

Who knew that after being protested, Ink Yan blinked her eyes and said that she didn't like the meaning of kissing her feet. He quickly retracted his foot and changed his words with a smile.

"Then hurry up and kneel down! Remember, you must have a body on the ground and a bit of strength in kowtowing! "After all, you are still considered a noble. Even if you have to put on an act, you have to give an example to the commoners, no?"

Young Master Xian was about to shout, "F * ck your sister!" Just a lowly commoner wanting to humiliate a noble? Even if you were to fucking die ten times, it wouldn't be enough to wash away your sins!

However, he had already expected that Young Master Xian would rebel against him, so he pointed to Mo Da who was watching from above. Their gazes collided in midair.

Morda kept his eyes locked on Ink Yan, threatening with his eyes: You're going to fucking try pressuring people with your labor again. Ink Yan's eyes did not move at all, and she spoke as usual.

"Young master Xian, you can't do anything else at this time!" General Molda of the Heavenly Wolf Country is still watching you from upstairs! If you make a mistake this time, you will lose all your face in an instant! "

At this time, not only did Young Master Xian get a stroke, his teeth were also bleeding. His hands were clasped tightly at his sides, and his arms were as straight as a shot ball. After taking a deep breath, he kneeled down on the ground!

"49!" I, Mu Rong Xian, underestimated you! It's my fault! "

"I apologize! And invite you to the Southern Prince's Mansion to manage the Hounds! If you don't know how sincere this is, are you satisfied!? "