Mrs. Mo said he would not agree

rest.

"His Majesty."

An ordinary title, spoken from Mo Jingchun's mouth, the tone was the same as when he spoke in Mo's house, unhurried, even a little lacklustre.

— But Gongye was able to breathe.

Holding his throat, he was finally able to take a small step back.

The stiff body still trembled.

The killing intent perched in Wuming was still above his head, but the precarious distortion shifted away, the thick darkness no longer looked at him, but at Mo Jingchun who was slowly climbing up the stairs.

Mo Jingchun walked unhurriedly to that ferocious man.

"Your Majesty," he added, "they liked your present very much."

"……yes?"

Accompanied by this answer, all the omens of danger left quickly, leaving only the cold wind.

It was the northwest wind that was already blowing.

Even the murderous air is nothing more than the usual coldness of winter, even though...it is actually spring.

Yes, early spring has arrived.

There was a faint smile on Gongye Qi's handsome and beautiful face, "That's good." As if the cruelty and evil were contained, at this moment, the dangerous beast lay dormant.

Gong Yezheng couldn't tell for a while whether it was Gongye Qi who restrained Mo Jingchun, or...

Mo Jingchun tamed Gongyeqi.