Chapter 1136 Wanli’s evidence

Su Bao withdrew the pressure and sat down on the ground, looking at Wanli with only one head exposed on the ground.

She couldn't stop crying, just like a razor clam spitting out water when it popped up on the beach.

This time Su Bao was really curious.

"You said you are my father's daughter, do you have any proof?"

Su Bao didn't believe that his father would have another daughter, but this Wanli didn't look like he was lying.

She firmly believes that she is the daughter of Emperor Fengdu. Why?

Wanli struggled for a while and found that she couldn't move.

Even if she was buried on the ground of the underworld, she could easily come out, but now she was trapped.

"I won't tell you if I have any evidence." Wanli gritted her teeth and stared at Su Bao coldly, refusing to bow her head even if she was in jail.

She simply closed her eyes and turned her head to ignore Su Bao!

Su Bao's mind suddenly moved and he felt something moving in his soul gourd.

She immersed herself in the feeling and said in surprise: "Brother Pan, you guys are up!"

The next second, there were many ghost generals on the grass.

They all squatted around Wanli, stroking their chins and looking her up and down.

Wanli: "..."

Humiliation... extremely humiliating!!

After listening to Su Bao's explanation, the ghosts were astonished.

The coward secretly thought: His baby is so powerful?! I thought that this time when he fell asleep, he would be more powerful than her and be able to protect her well in the future...

The playboy was immediately surprised and said: "When did Uncle Mu have such a big daughter? He was only 256 years old when he was reborn in the human world. This bowl of lychees is an old witch who is more than 3,000 years old."

Su Bao: This is really a good deal...

Wanli said angrily: "You are an old witch!"

It's a pity that no one paid attention to her.

The ghost of the wedding lady thought for a while and said: "Sister, could she be the maid from the previous imperial palace? The maid served the emperor and gave birth to a bowl of lychees without the emperor's knowledge..."

Wanli vomited blood: Her name is Wanli, not just a bowl of lychees!

The playboy shook his head: "Impossible! I've worked hard for so long and I haven't even touched Uncle Mu's bedside. How could there be someone more shameless than me... No, more powerful."

All the ghosts: "..."

I accidentally told the truth.

"Don't she have evidence? Just search it." The unfortunate man threatened: "Will you tell me? If you don't tell me, I will have sex with you."

Wanli: "!!"

Her eyes turned red with anger, and she felt that Su Bao was despicable and shameless - just like the master, there is the same evil general!

The coward smiled slightly and said softly: "Don't be so vulgar, you still have to be careful in front of the baby..."

Wanli took a look and saw that the young man's eyes were like stars, bright and warm. Her heart skipped a beat and she thought to herself: Bad bamboo produces good bamboo shoots...

The next second I heard him continue: "I'll take the baby aside."

Wanli: "..."

Seeing that he was really taking Su Bao to leave, the unfortunate man smiled evilly, rubbed his hands and approached.

Wanli, who misunderstood this "Shang" was that "Shang", was angry and panicked, but she couldn't move.

"Don't come here...get out!" she said angrily.

The unlucky man squatted in front of her and sighed: "Oh, it's just a small position..."

The playboy crossed his arms and gave an opinion enthusiastically: "How can you do this if you are buried until only your head is exposed?"

"It's okay to go to the head, it still has a place..."

The wedding lady subconsciously followed suit: "Yes, yes, just make do with it!"

The unlucky man lifted his trouser legs, looking for a foothold, and prepared to step on Wanli's head.

At this time, Wanli couldn't bear it anymore. Holding back her tears of humiliation, she gritted her teeth and said, "Stop... stop! I said..."

The unlucky man stopped and muttered: "Isn't it bad to have done this already?"

Wanli held back her tears, feeling extremely hateful in her heart.

She is the daughter of Emperor Fengdu!

When have you ever experienced such grievance?

When the emperor comes, she must tell him so that they can die without a burial place!...

Su Bao turned back and asked, "Are you willing to say it?"

Don't blame her for being like this. If Wanli had spoken nicely at the beginning, she wouldn't have forced her like this even if she couldn't figure out what was going on.

But who is not a child anymore?

Is she allowed to be superior?

Su Bao was also angry. Why did he come up to beat her as soon as they met? After she explained, Wanli actually wanted to kill her. If she hadn't retreated quickly at that time, no one would have known what the outcome would have been.

Who doesn’t have a temper yet?

Wanli was pulled out, holding back her anger with a cold face, and took out a painting.

"This painting was painted by the emperor for my mother." Wanli said, "It shows the emperor himself, my mother...and me."

Everyone immediately looked at the painting and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

It's an antique painting, but it's extremely lifelike, as if it were 3D printed.

There were three people above. Among them, a tall man wearing a black robe was looking intently at the woman in front of him, with a half-smiling expression on his face, and his arms around her waist——

This face looks too familiar to Su Bao. It is his father!

The woman was holding a child of about three years old in her arms, and it was vaguely possible to tell that this was Wanli when she was a child.

Without saying anything else, at first glance, I would think that this painting is a family portrait.

Su Bao was surprised and said: "Just based on a painting?"

Can photos be photoshopped? What kind of evidence is a painting?

Wanli looked at the emperor in the painting with fascination and said: "The emperor is my biological father. This painting must be made by him. This signature is his autograph..."

Su Bao looked around the corner, and sure enough he saw the three words "Mu Guifan" written on the inscription of the painting. Although it was deliberately concealed, it still conveyed a frightening coercion.

If Mu Guifan were here, he would definitely recognize that the pressure of these three words is the same as the pressure written on the boulder under the cold pool...
Chapter completed!