His identity was there. When he was in the palace, no one of his age could be equal to him. His friends always spoke to him with respect and flattery. No one dared to say anything wrong, and no one dared to look down on him.
This naturally made him somewhat arrogant and arrogant.
But he didn't expect that the embarrassed-looking little girl in front of him would dare to talk to him like this...
It made him feel like he had hit an iron plate!
Besides being angry, there is also something novel...
He didn't want to use his status to suppress her, it was just an instinctive reaction from being in a high position over the years.
Wu Jiuzi's cold words made him feel uncomfortable. He subconsciously wanted to refute, but couldn't find the words for a moment.
"My king, what? You keep saying that I am my king, but you also say that you don't want to use your status to suppress me? You must have come to Jiuhuamen to run for election, right? I remember that the rules of Jiuhuamen clearly say, Jiuhuamen
All disciples are treated equally regardless of their status, and only speak with strength. Is it possible that the young prince does not know this sect rule? Or is it that you don’t want to join the Jiuhua Sect at all?” Wu Jiuzi was aggressive.
"This..." This young prince is not good at words, and he is young. How can he be a match for a master of debate like Wu Jiuzi?
You must know that Wu Jiuzi has always been very eloquent. In a college debate meeting, he was so eloquent that he rendered the other party speechless.
When it comes to eloquence, this young prince and Wu Jiuzi are not on the same level at all.
The young prince's face turned red: "I didn't!"
"Nothing?" Wu Jiuzi remained calm.
"I don't want to use my status to suppress you!"
"So, the young prince can abandon his identity as a prince and get along with common people like me?"
"Of course!" The young prince answered quickly without thinking too much.
Wu Jiuzi nodded: "That's it." He turned around and left again.
The young prince was dumbfounded. He stood in front of Wu Jiuzi and said, "What is this?" What did she mean?
Wu Jiuzi frowned and looked at him: "Little prince, why are you stopping me?"
"Speak clearly before you leave!" The young prince felt angry and pushed forward.
"It's strange, what can't you and I say clearly? You can tell me." Wu Jiuzi raised his eyebrows.
The young prince was speechless. For a moment, he really couldn't figure out what he was competing with her about.
For a moment, Wu Jiuzi turned around and walked away.
This cunning and dirty girl!
Mo Jiuzi, right? He remembers her!
……………………
Wu Jiuzi changed her clothes, washed up next to a mountain spring, combed her hair again, and tidied everything up before arriving at the foot of the mountain that looked like a chasm.
"Jiuzi!" A small figure in the shadow rushed out and hugged her arm ecstatically: "You are finally here! I am worried to death!"
That person was Mo Xiaoxiao, and behind her was a young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, white teeth and red lips. He was actually a beautiful young man with a temperament as gentle as jade. When he saw Wu Jiuzi, his eyes lit up slightly, showing relief.
Smiling: "Jiuzi, just be fine."
Who is this young man?
It should also be from Mojiapu, right?
I just don’t know which one it is?
It was impossible to ask questions at this time, so Wu Jiuzi nodded lightly and said: "I'm fine." His expression was slightly cold and haughty.
The young man seemed to know that she always had this attitude, but he didn't care. He said, "Then let's go up quickly. The gate will be closed in another hour."