Princess Against the World

Guessing what Mo Shiyu meant, Mo Xing's expression was very ugly: "Foster father, I, I'm afraid... I'm going to disappoint you."

Mo Shiyu's face turned dark for an instant, and he no longer had the good face he had just now: "A Xing, just now you vowed to complete your foster father's task even if you paid the price of your life. Why? Doesn't it count now? !"

"Foster father?"

"A Xing, you know, because your blood is impure, it has not been recognized by everyone in the Mo family. It has always been the adoptive father who suppresses those rumors and wants to help you be justified!"

Mo Shiyu eased the tone of Fang Cai, and showed a fatherly smile again, pressing his gentle hands on Mo Xing's shoulders.

"Foster father believes in you. With your ability, there must be a way to prove himself!"

After all, he still wanted Mo Xing to kill Mo Xuanchen.

Mo Xing knew he couldn't dodge this task, so he could only bite the bullet and agree.

"Foster father rest assured, A Xing, A Xing will do his best!"

"Foster father believes in you, you can do this very well, but this time, you and Xiaobai will go together... You know Xiaobai, who is silly and naive, and you must take good care of you when you are away. Good him!"

"A Xing understands..."

"A Xing, foster father hopes that you two will be intact...come back together!"

"……Yes!"

Mo Xing is very clear in his heart. The implication of this sentence is that no matter what happens, you must ensure that Mo Xiaobai is alive and safe and sound.

As for him... still focus on completing the task!

Mo Xiaobai didn't know the doorway inside. He was very happy to hear that he was going out with Mo Xing.

Instead of riding in a carriage, he picked two great horses and asked his entourage to bring luggage mats. He went straight to Zhuge Dali’s Zhuangzi with Mo Xing.

As the young owner of the Mo family, Mo Xiaobai seldom came to Zhuangzi on weekdays, and never even asked about Zhuangzi.

This time he was sent by his father, but it was just a cutscene.

At the market, he bought several packs of snacks, hung them on the saddle, and joked with Mo Xing as he walked.

Mo Xing's interest was obviously not high, and he answered his question absently and absently.

"A Xing, what's the matter with you? Are you worried?" Mo Xiaobai asked vaguely with a bulging mouth.

Mo Xing lowered his head without answering.

The more this happened, the more curious Mo Xiaobai was: "A Xing, did my father say something to you in private?"

"...No!" Mo Xing answered more perfunctorily.

But this answer is tantamount to the fact that there is no silver three hundred taels here.

Mo Xiaobai frowned, grabbed his arm, and strangled the horse.

"A Xing, we are brothers. I always treat you as a brother. What can't you tell me?! My dad, I know, he must have said something to you again, did he let you protect me again? ?"

Mo Xiaobai became unhappy, shaking his arm angrily.

"He is always like this. He always treats me as a child. As soon as he goes out, he orders everyone around me to protect me, as if I am useless and can't do anything. As long as I leave your protection, I will be at any time. It’s all the same..."

Mo Xing sighed: "Xiao Bai, don't do this, adoptive father is also for your good..."