Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and signaled, "No problem."

"Why should I believe you?" Mo Jingli said suspiciously.

Mo Xiuyao said impatiently: "How do you know how to make you believe it? If you love it, come out, forget it if you don't." Perhaps because of hearing Mo Xiuyao's impatientness, Mo Jingli finally loosened a little. There was too little thing in his hand, and there was only a secret guard who pretended to be the prince of the royal family, which was not enough to negotiate terms with Mo Xiuyao.

"Let me leave Ding Prince's Mansion." Mo Jingli gritted his teeth.

Mo Xiuyao was immediately happy, and looked at the closed door lazily and smiled: "Mo Jingli, do you think I am playing games with you? Or do I want to take some competition with you? Do you have that value?"

After a while, the door was finally pulled open from inside. Mo Jingli grabbed Qin Lie and walked out. Mo Jingli grabbed Qin Lie with one hand and blocked Qin Lie's back with the other. As long as there was any movement, he could take the lead in sending the dagger into Qin Lie's back.

Mo Xiuyao glanced at Mo Jingli indifferently, "Are you willing to come out? Now... what are you going to do?" Mo Jingli was vigilantly holding onto a group of people in the yard. Even without archers, he would never have been able to break out of the Ding Prince's Mansion alive. Just like this candlelight, seeing Mo Xiaobao standing beside Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li was indeed exactly the same as the person in front of him, but the child's eyes flashed with cleverness, which made him sure at first glance that the child was indeed Mo Yuchen, the real prince of the Ding Prince's Mansion, because this annoying little ghost looked at him with the same eyes as his father when he was young.

Mo Jingli grabbed Qin Lie and stared at Mo Xiuyao and said, "I don't want this little devil to lose his life, so let me retreat a little further."

Mo Xiuyao's expression was plain, and he obviously did not take Mo Jingli's threat at all.

"How is it? Little Prince? Like your father, don't you take this little devil's life into consideration? He was caught by me because of you, right?" Mo Jingli clamored Mo Xiaobao and smiled maliciously. Seeing Qin Lie frowning in pain, Mo Xiaobao's smile, which was originally smiling, suddenly became serious. He held Mo Jingli hatefully and said, "Let him go."

"Let me go." Mo Jingli proposed the conditions without hesitation.

"Impossible." Mo Xiaobao gritted his teeth.

Seeing him angry, Mo Jingli felt better and smiled and said, "Then come here and change him."

"Okay!" Mo Xiaobao said aloud. Everyone was stunned. Even Mo Jingli, who proposed the conditions, said this with more ridiculous meaning. He never thought that Mo Xiaobao would agree in one go.

"The prince thinks twice!" The people who followed Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li were shocked and hurriedly stopped him. In the eyes of these people, the lives of a hundred Qin Lie are not as important as Mo Xiaobao. It is not that they despise others' lives, but in the eyes of anyone in the world, they will not think that the life of a secret guard will be more precious than the future heir of the Ding Prince's Mansion.

Mo Jingli was stunned for a moment, looked at Mo Xiaobao cautiously and said, "Are you serious?" Mo Xiaobao proudly raised his chin and said, "That's natural. I am afraid that you won't call Mo Yuchen."

Mo Jingli looked at Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li standing next to him. Among the crowd of people who were admonishing, the people who were Mo Xiaobao's parents seemed particularly quiet.

"Mom?" Mo Xiaobao looked up at Ye Li, and a faint smile appeared on Ye Li's lips. He raised his hand to rub Mo Xiaobao's little head and said, "Xiaobao is growing up, you can make your own decision. Be careful." Mo Xiaobao's face lit up and he nodded heavily and said, "I know, thank you mother."

After saying that, Mo Xiaobao raised his hand to Mo Jingli and signaled that he was not wearing any weapons. Then he raised his foot and walked slowly towards them. When he reached a place that was only three steps away from Mo Jingli, Mo Xiaobao glared at Mo Jingli and said, "Let Qin Lie go."

With Mo Xiaobao taking it back, Mo Jingli naturally no longer cared about Qin Lie. Moreover, he could not take two hostages alone, so he raised his hand and pushed Qin Lie out, and grabbed Mo Xiaobao with the other hand at the same time.

"Go to die!" Qin Lie, who was pushed out by him, did not throw it out. Instead, he turned around and clamored Mo Jingli to hit Mo Jingli. At the same time, Mo Xiaobao also flew toward Mo Jingli's face. Mo Jingli was suddenly attacked, but it was not unprepared. With Mo Xiaobao's cunning, Mo Jingli knew that he could not surrender quickly, but he had to gamble, otherwise even if he had Qin Lie in his hand, he would definitely not be able to escape death in the end. So, while Mo Xiaobao kicked him in the face, Mo Jingli had already dodged sideways and grabbed Mo Xiaobao's vital point again.

Qin Lie was stopped by the acupoint. Although he had broken open a little in this moment, it was not easy to have the power of the collision. He was soon kicked aside by Mo Jingli. The secret guard next to him hurried forward and helped him up, and found that he was not seriously injured.

Feng Zhiyao and others who were following him immediately wanted to come forward to help Mo Xiaobao, but Mo Xiuyao raised his hand and stopped him.

"Prince!" Feng Zhiyao frowned and looked at Mo Xiuyao disapproved. With Mo Xiaobao's martial arts, he was definitely not a match for Mo Jingli. Mo Xiuyao said calmly: "Don't worry, let him try. If you are willing to fight him with your heart, you don't have to worry so much now." Mo Xiaobao is the prince of the Ding Prince's Mansion and has a noble status. Although he is hardworking in martial arts, his identity is different. Few people dare to act seriously with him, let alone fight to the death. This led to Mo Xiaobao's practical experience being quite lacking. At that time, Mo Xiuyao had at least a few royal nobles who were not in the right way back then. Mo Xiaobao had to be ashamed of wind and rain from childhood to adulthood.

The process of Xiaobao and Mo Jingli's fight was wonderful. Although he was short in size and had a loose internal strength, Mo Xiaobao, who had been living in Qilin for a long time and was born with a slightly distorted view of his three views, was ruthless and tricky, and he could not see the tension and restraint of fighting with others for the first time. In this way, if he was two years older, anyone would believe that he killed someone like a slut.

Lei Tengfeng, who was standing aside, had to admire Mo Xiaobao's performance. With such a son, the Ding Palace would definitely not decline within fifty years.

"Prince, are we raising a prince or a killer? The little prince's kung fu... Why do you think he is more cruel than the people in the King of Hell Pavilion?" Feng Zhiyao lamented. The killers in the King of Hell Pavilion are just ruthless, but their little prince's moves are not only ruthless but also very vulgar. It makes Feng Zhiyao feel unbearable to look at it. You, an eleven or twelve-year-old little devil, use the moves like "monkey steals peaches". Are you really a real man?
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