Mo Yu was seriously thinking about Wang Zichen's true intention in appointing himself in the hall.

At the same time, the "dyeing" lord who was with Wei Ziqi before had already left Shuiyun and returned to Hancheng, where Wang Zichen was.

Inside the Hancheng Palace.

On the edge of the flat rooftop on the highest floor, a fiery red figure stood with his hands behind his back, looking down on the entire majestic city.

There was a hint of agitation in the calm and waveless space, and a few slight friction sounds were fleeting, and the black stain around him appeared next to the man in red.

Kneeling on one knee, he bowed his head and said respectfully: "Master, the appointment letter has been handed over to Mo Xi." ”

"Hmm." The red-clothed man's voice sounded lazy and unrefreshed, "Did you tell her about Mo Zhai?" ”

"Captain Wei told her alone."

"How did she react?"

"I looked surprised, asked Wei Ziqi very carefully, and then ran away in a hurry."

"I really want to see what she looked like." The man in red rubbed his hands, turned his face, looked at the dye fixedly, and suddenly frowned: "What about the cloud cake you brought?" ”

Cloud cake is a snack of Shuiyun's specialty, named because it is shaped like a piece of white cloud.

Dye raised his head and looked dazed: "Master, you didn't say it, right?" ”

"Ah...... Haha, don't care, I'm kidding. The man in red was stunned, then laughed dryly a few times and waved his hand, "It's the road, you go and rest." ”

"Yes, master."

Looking at the figure of Dye disappearing into the darkness, he fell into thought.

Although this ability is very convenient, each time it is copied, it will not inherit the previous memories.

This is a bit of a problem, and it seems that we have to find a way to improve it.

……

The next day, the main hall of Mojiabao.

There were a lot of people called by Moyu, which made the originally spacious hall a little crowded.

In addition to Fan Li, Bai Gui, and Wei Ziqi, other high-level and most middle-level cadres of Mojiabao were also present.

In fact, Mo Yu wanted to leave silently, but she thought that in the days when Mo Zhai didn't come, she had to rely on Fan Li and them to support the scene, so she had to patiently call everyone over and explain the situation in general.

According to the normal process, a character like Mo Yu stepped down as the head of the family, and there was more to say.

His outstanding contributions during his reign, my sincere gratitude for your support, my ardent expectations for my successor, and my vision for the future of Mojiabao, etc.

All said and done, it will take half a day to do anything.

But Moyu doesn't play like this, and directly chooses an easy mode.

In total, all of Moyu's speeches took less than thirty breaths, and this counted the time spent pausing to think and drinking water with thirst.

As for what she said, it can be summed up in two sentences.

I'm leaving.

Come on.

After speaking, Mo Yu couldn't wait to beckon everyone to disperse and go back to work quickly, so that he could leave quietly.

But everyone's reaction after listening to Mo Yu's speech was a little unexpected for her.

Among the group of people who are meeting today, Tian Yong, Zhang Meng, Cheng Hu, Cheng Long, Zhang Lin, and Luan Feng, the six tun chiefs of the former county lieutenant army, are the latest to know Moyu.

But as soon as she finished speaking, these people all shouted to follow Mo Yu.

Next, more than a dozen people stretched out their hands and expressed the same will.

And a few of them, Mo Yu didn't even remember their names and positions, but only roughly knew that there was such a person in the fort.

Looking at the people rushing towards him in front of him, Mo Yu was a little caught off guard.