Otherwise, who would wear such a valuable thing casually?
"Take it, he has piles of these things. I have never seen him wearing the same kind." Xia Ziluo glanced at the jade pendant and continued to eat his meal.
It seems that the value of this feast is far greater than the jade pendant.
The Young Emperor was a little confused in the wind, and it took him a while to find his voice: "Well, I have made arrangements here. My sister will leave early the day after tomorrow, and we will leave that night and return to my territory."
"The Imperial Capital of the Emperor?" Murong Xitian curled his lips.
The young emperor nodded hastily.
Murong Xitian said nothing again, but his eyes were much darker than before, as if he was thinking about something.
After finishing lunch, Murong Xitian finished rinsing his mouth and then asked: "Is it safe on the way back? How long will it take? Should we go back by plane or by car?"
Is it safe? This question is fucking ridiculous.
Who is he, the majestic eldest son of the empire, the young emperor with two honorific titles, black and white, who in the world can offend him? Anyone who offends him without eyesight is now being used as a toy by brats down there, being fried and cooked endlessly 24 hours a day.
Cooking!
"Hey, wherever you are, it's heaven!" The Young Emperor looked proud, as if the whole world belonged to them, "The road is not far, only a few hundred kilometers! It takes one hour by helicopter.
The Young Emperor was just dragging him arrogantly, but he was instantly frightened and his liver trembled: "Hey, you are the master! I, I am the master, modern, different and different."
Murong Xitian glanced at him: "Do you have a helicopter?"
"My lord, are you kidding me? You don't have a helicopter, how dare you claim to be me?" After a false alarm, the young emperor returned to his true nature, "But when I came, I sat very tight. This is my eldest sister's territory."
, we need to use the eldest sister’s helicopter when we go back. When we get back to the young master’s territory, the prince can go and have a look and see as many of those things as he wants.”
"Your sister's, is it convenient to borrow it?" Murong Xitian looked at him with a smile, as if he was thinking about how to sell him to an unscrupulous profiteer.
The Young Emperor was frightened by Murong Xitian's appearance, and said with a mournful face: "My lord, you just stole a lot of arms from me, don't you want to steal a few helicopters too?"
"No, you are too worried." Murong Xitian smiled, "I just want to borrow it from you!"
As soon as the young emperor wiped away his sweat, he suddenly froze: "Borrow..." Damn, what do you mean by borrowing? After all, if you give it away, you still owe someone a favor. Borrowing - ten or twenty years is also borrowing. Who will do this loss-making business?
Got kicked in the head by a donkey.
"Let's give it away, are one or two enough?" The young emperor suffered internal injuries, suffered a lot of bleeding and lost money. No matter how wealthy he was, he couldn't bear it.
Murong Xitian suddenly reached out and patted the young emperor on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I just borrowed... for fun."
"Are you having fun?" The young emperor was a little confused.
"You make arrangements, safety first." Murong Xitian suddenly moved his wrist, looking eager to try.
Xia Ziluo had just finished eating and was drinking red wine when he suddenly heard Murong Xitian's words. Huali choked: "Ahem, Xitian, are you trying to..."
"Yes, let's give it a try." Murong Xitian's eyes were filled with Dharma light.
Ever since he heard Xia Ziluo talk about cars and planes, he had always cared about it and wanted to see it with his own eyes. Now that he was in modern times, he couldn't come in vain, and of course he had to take the opportunity to have close contact with them.
