Only the crimson Suzaku order proved that everything just now was not an illusion.

"Is the worry that Your Majesty wants to solve related to this Vermilion Bird Order?" Mo Li shook the teapot slightly and smiled gently.

There is an unwritten rule in the Anxiety Relief Teahouse that those who come to relieve their worries must leave a thing to send with their love.

But this thing of love is not determined by people, but by Moli.

Having solved so many people's worries and forgotten so many people's worries, Mo Li only needs a glance to see what love is.

Of course, as long as you drink the tea, this matter will no longer be difficult.

Ying Zheng raised his head violently when he heard this, looked at Mo Li coldly, with a hint of anger, and said slowly for a long time.

"Exactly."

"Then in that case, after forgetting your worries, please leave this thing for Your Majesty." Mo Li smiled and said calmly.

It's like it's just a simple thing.

At the same time, his hands slowly held up the teapot, and the fragrance suddenly poured out, quietly enveloping Yingzheng towards him.

Ying Zheng's expression changed suddenly when he heard this, his left hand was unconsciously covered with the Vermilion Bird Order, the originally cold aura suddenly became agitated, and the right hand covering the table shook several times one after another, and the killing aura instantly overflowed like a tide.

The man took a few deep breaths, barely restrained the killing, and then said in a very unkind tone.

"Of course, as long as the Immortal Monarch has this ability."

"That's nature, otherwise how can you be embarrassed to forget your worries?"

It seemed that he didn't notice Yingzheng's anger at all, and Mo Li was still not in a hurry.

"I'm not here to talk to the Immortal Monarch."

Ying Zheng interrupted impatiently, obviously Mo Li's words had angered the First Emperor.

No one has ever spoken so unscrupulously to Yingzheng, and no one has met him with respect, not even Qingji... Mo Li didn't get angry when he heard Ying Zheng's unkind tone, he just smiled slightly and spoke faintly.

"Since Your Majesty is so anxious to forget, then, please drink this cup of tea."

At the same time, Mo Li's slender hand tilted sharply with the teapot, and a stream of golden liquid suddenly flowed out.

The aroma in the room seemed to be mobilized, and it rushed towards the teapot in front of Ying Zheng.

At the same time, the surrounding walls also emitted a faint golden light, and when I looked closely, I found that the walls were covered with patterns.

The complex yet orderly patterns are intertwined, as if they can take people's breath.

Ying Zheng was obviously also shocked by the surrounding environment, and looked around vigilantly, and the killing aura gushed out again, and he actually opened up a little pure space in this aroma.

It's just that what Ying Zheng didn't see was that at this time, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the hut.

It came from thousands of miles in all directions, and all of them poured towards the cabin.

It was as if this was the center of the whole world.

Mo Li raised his head, but the pupils in his eyes were no longer gray, but emitted golden light. The long hair behind him was windless and automatic, spreading backwards, and it was nearly two meters long.

The tea gradually ran out, no more, no less, just a cup of tea. The golden tea was quietly pestle, as if the changes around it had nothing to do with it.

The momentum gradually weakened, and Mo Li's pupils immediately returned to normal.

The cold breath of the whole person just now disappeared without a trace, and turned into a warm and jade-like ink again.

Mo Li smiled gently at Ying Zheng and slowly spoke.

"Tell me, your story."

The voice seemed to come from nine heavens away, clear and melodious, as if it was the master of this world.

As soon as the words fell, the originally calm tea noodles suddenly rippled, and a strange picture slowly appeared.

Mortal realm, Qin State.