After a few seconds of silence, Mo Qishan smiled and said, "It's such a good thing, and it also tastes good."
As she finished speaking, she saw the flash of shock in Mo Birou's eyes.
consternation?
Mo Qi had a feeling of snickering in his heart.
Well, she admitted that she would always take pleasure in others' misfortunes.
However, if you don’t do bad things, don’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door.
But her sister has something on her mind.
And there's more than one...
Mo Birou waved her hand and the black dish retreated. Then she started talking and laughing: "Haha, how can it be fragrant? Sister really likes to joke."
He frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and tapped the table, saying, "Sister, I am not joking with you. The word humor is not appropriate for me."
Joking is not a good habit, at least she thinks so.
Therefore, she, Mo Qi, would not have this habit.
"Mo..."
Listening to Mo Qi speaking to her in such a rude tone, Mo Birou almost called out her name.
But no, she had to endure it.
"Sister, prepare your gifts."
Looking at Mo Birou who was suppressing her blush, Mo Qi felt a little funny.
Endure, endure.
Only the one who endures to the end is the winner, right?
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Following Mo Qi's words, a high-pitched and harsh father-in-law's voice came, "Your Majesty is here."
"The prince has arrived."
"The princess has arrived."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qi had the urge to rush up and punch the father-in-law.
Why not read them together?
Do you have to let your shemale voice destroy everyone's eardrums for a while?
As soon as these words came out, the originally noisy hall immediately became quiet. The men knelt down and the women were blessed.
The crowd shouted: "Long live your Majesty, long live your Majesty."
"The prince is a thousand years old."
"The princess is a thousand years old."
For a moment, the sound of drinking in the hall was loud, almost deafening.
"Haha, dear ladies, please come back quickly." A person with a hoarse voice said loudly.
Mo Qifu got dressed and raised his head slightly, only to see an old-looking man wearing a golden dragon robe and a mustache being escorted down to the dragon chair.
In fact, Mo Qi still wanted to observe what a great man the current Majesty of the Ling Emperor was.
However, I don’t know if it’s a distance problem or a problem with my own vision...
Looking at the face of the man in the dragon robe, the thing she could see most clearly was the mustache.