King Mo Ting became more and more panicked, his voice trembling a little, "What do you mean?"
Qing Cang, on the other hand, calmed down and flicked his fingers slowly, "Someone has already been ready to respond. A mere Prince Mo Ting's Mansion cannot trap us."
The uneasiness in Prince Mo Ting's heart finally turned into a reality that frightened him, but he still insisted and refused to show weakness, "Is Prince Mo Ting's Mansion a place where you can come and go freely? I don't believe you have this ability."
Qingcang let out a long roar, and several men in black appeared out of nowhere to protect them.
Each of these people only has a pair of shining eyes, and their postures are agile. You can tell at a glance that they are top experts.
Seeing that the situation was over, King Mo Ting felt heavy in his heart, "What on earth do you want to do? Kill if you want. If I frown, I am not the Lord of Mo Ting."
Mo Xuyao couldn't calm down anymore and struggled to pounce on him, "Father, no, if something happens to you, it will be hard for my son to atone for my sins by letting his son die hundreds of times. I caused everything, and I am willing to shoulder the full responsibility. I just hope you can let go."
"More than my father"
If I follow my father's plan, entertain them well, and then send them away, then there won't be anything like being controlled by others.
It's really strange that he was obsessed for a moment and only had Qian'er in his eyes, which ruined everything.
Qingcang hated Mo Xuyao so much in his heart. Not only had their husband and wife been separated for so long, but they had also caused so much trouble. He hit him hard on the back of his neck with his arm, making him groan in pain.
Ao Rong kept a slight smile on his lips, "You two really have a deep love for each other as father and son. It's a pity that it has reached this point. What you say doesn't count, but what we say counts."
Seeing Ai'er being tortured in their hands, King Mo Ting burned with rage and asked angrily, "What do you want?"
Qingcang looked at Aorong and saw her nodding slightly, extending her index finger to point at Prince Mo Ting, "Please give us a ride. As for the second prince... just stay."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked and confused. What were they going to do?
Mo Xuyao exclaimed, "My father is old and has inconvenient legs and feet, so you should let me send you away."
If King Mo Ting falls into their hands, it will be a great shame and he may not be able to save his life. Thinking of this, he breaks out in cold sweat and wants to die.
Aorong turned to him with a smile, "Can you match the prince's appeal?"