"Are you really the emperor of Guilin?" Orange Zhu stared at Mo Xiaohe.

"Really, it's that heavy?"

"If you're fake, then I can go out and yell at everyone. ”

Orange Bamboo looked embarrassed and shook his head, "But if you really are, then I don't dare to go." ”

"If you go against the will of the future emperor, the consequences will be serious. Although, you don't look like a city lord, it should be clear. ”

Orange Zhu looked at Mo Xiaohe for a while, and then at Jian Dan beside Mo Xiaohe, she felt that the two were not joking.

Especially Jian Dan, this fairy-like woman, made her nervous and gave her a feeling of eclipsation.

Like a little girl who made a big mistake, Orange Bamboo lowered her head deeply, pinched the corners of her clothes tightly, and her face was flushed, "I can only write poems and occasionally play some piano, and my name happens to be Orange Bamboo, so they let me be the lord of the city." ”

"I don't know anything. ”

"You go and ask them. ”

Orange Bamboo hugged the little flower cat that was meowing on the side into his arms, bowed his head and said nothing. I don't know if she is comforting the frightened little flower cat, or if she wants to use the little flower cat to control her fear.

The little cat in her arms looked less than a month old, and the fluff on her body had not yet grown, and there was a delicate red in the orange. Feeling the nervousness of the owner, the little flower cat rubbed comfortably on the chest of the orange bamboo, stretched out its immature tongue and licked the latter's hand.

"I solemnly tell you that all the residents of Guilin are under the protection of my Guilin Mountain. ”

Mo Xiaohe, who seemed to be silent, was a little wilted, without the slightest pity for the jade, and was still scaring Orange Bamboo, "You need the protection of Guilin Mountain, and Guilin Mountain also needs your help." ”

"Without Guilin Mountain, you would still live a life without a fixed place. ”

"Although you don't look like the city lord of Guilin. ”

Mo Xiaohe paused for a while and raised his voice so that he could look more solemn, "But you are the city lord of Guilin City after all. ”

"So, you have to be responsible for the more than 200 people in Guilin City. ”

Mo Xiaohe's face is distinct, and he has a kind of severity. But he wasn't a very strict person, so at the moment he deliberately behaved very seriously, his sentences were very incoherent, his speech was very unstable, and it felt very unnatural.

After all, he didn't talk about a thing very seriously.

It doesn't look like an emperor, but like a fledgling young man, a little nervous to discuss something with others.

But it still scared the orange bamboo, which was no more than sixteen, into discoloration. The latter lay his head on the little flower cat and was silent for a long time.

The little flower cat, who felt the hostility, opened its mouth towards Mo Xiaohe, revealing the little tiger teeth that had not yet grown, and meowed twice, as if it was demonstrating.

Mo Xiaohe stared at the orange bamboo with neat and beautiful sharp oval eyes. Even if there is no emotion in his eyes, it is still like intimidating others.

He had to do it.

Even if the city lord of Guilin has no real power, he is the most famous. It is the fastest way to let the city lord of Guilin assist, and then inform everyone of the arrival of the emperor through the Guilin city guards.

He's lazy, so he has to do it the fastest.

"Guilin's becoming a country is the trend of the times, and no one can stop it. If you don't help me today, the consequences will be severe. ”

Mo Xiaohe was a little thick-skinned, although he himself didn't know if Guilin could become a country, he didn't know if the people on the mountain of Guilin could fight against Moleng Island and Geng Huaiguo, although if this girl didn't agree, he didn't know what to do.

But he still threatened the girl with all his might.

He nervously held the girl who was holding the little flower cat, and a few tears came out of his eyes.

I don't know what came to mind, Mo Xiaohe raised his eyebrows, "If you don't agree, I'll stew your little flower cat and drink it." ”

The little flower cat meowed, broke free from the girl's arms, and ran away with a smoke.

The girl looked at the back of the little flower cat in a daze, and suddenly cried. It's like a little princess who has lost her beloved gift.

"I don't know, I can't be the master, and I don't dare to be the master, what's the use of you asking me. ”

"You're just going to bully me. ”

The girl looked at Mo Xiaohe, as if she was looking at an enemy who had snatched her favorite toy, and her voice was choked, "I really don't know anything, and I can't do anything." ”

"Please let me go, they'll kill me. ”

This girl who is only sixteen, pear blossoms bring rain, and she is out of breath.

Mo Xiaohe was a little puzzled, "Who are they?"

"They are all the residents of Guilin City. ”

"They don't want to hear all the news from the Guilin Kingdom, and if they know that I am assisting the Emperor of the Guilin Kingdom, they will definitely kill me. ”

"I'm only sixteen years old and I don't want to die. ”

"Why did they kill you?" As if hearing some major behind-the-scenes conspiracy, Mo Xiaohe suddenly stepped forward.

"We have to be neutral. ”

"We don't want to cause war. ”

"We're all scared of death. ”

"So if I assist you, I will die too. ”

The girl who didn't have a cat on her chest could only hold herself and finish saying these words one by one.

The girl's Yiren burst into tears, wetting the loose broken sleeves with some wrinkles on her body, and her slightly cool long hair was messily stuck to her chest, sticking to her red eyes, and sticking to her delicate and smooth skin.

is like an innocent little girl who is blamed by her father, looking very pitiful and distressing.

Mo Xiaohe took Jian Dan, turned his head, and left.

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Turning into the alley, Mo Xiaohe was silent all the way.

The masters and apprentices on the mountain of Guilin did not allow anyone to sacrifice slaves, nor did they allow anyone with slaves to set foot in Guilin. This is actually the Cangsheng of Guilin Mountain, carrying the weight for tens of millions of people in Guilin.

And now Guilin, if it wants to become a country, it is necessary for tens of millions of people in Guilin to shoulder this burden together with Guilin Shancangsheng.

Which is right?

Which is wrong?

It is to help the poor and lift up the burden. Or do you want to give the poor man the courage to carry the burden on his own?

Why, Cangsheng forbade the sacrifice of slaves, and why, did he want to protect the inhabitants of Guilin for so long?

And why, now do you want the people of Guilin to protect themselves?

What are the hidden conflicts of interest and conspiracies?

This is the first time that Mo Xiaohe has asked why for the affairs of Guilin.

Every time Mo Xiaohe secretly asked why, the little senior sister would answer her.

But not this time.

Because the little sister is not around.

The little sister Jian Dan is gone.

In a trance, Mo Xiaohe saw that the alley was empty.

There should be an alleyway leading to the street, and the street should be full of traffic, but now, as if through a transparent wall, no one can be seen, no sight can be seen, no sound can be heard.

Mo Xiaohe suddenly raised his head, only to see that the walls on both sides of the alley had become so tall at some point, straight into the clouds, with no end in sight.

In the cloudy sky, a red figure fell.

"Little Emperor. ”

"I told you. ”

"Even if you learn to walk without words, if you face me alone, you will still die. ”

In front of her was a noble and elegant girl in a red dress, "If this is realized now." ”

"So you're going to die. ”