"Oh dear! Brother Mo Tian, don't be so fierce. You promised to marry me. I wasn't even angry when you left without saying goodbye last time. Why are you acting like a completely different person now?" To everyone's surprise, although the woman was stunned by Mo Tian's words, she seemed to recover quickly.
She glanced at the scissors in Mo Tian's hand, but didn't move her body. Instead, she looked at Mo Tian with her small, mostly white eyes.
Beneath the thick cotton coat, an arm suddenly rose. Qiao Mei's gaze darkened, and a wisp of black mist shot from her palm, hurtling towards the scissors...
Feeling something unusual in her palm, Mo Tian turned her fingers and glanced to the side, only to be surprised to see that the scissors that had been in her palm had vanished without a trace along with the black mist.
"You!" As expected of the King of the Spirit Realm, Mo Tian quickly regained his composure. He put his hands on his hips, grinned, and sneered, "Hmph! A mere illusion, yet you dare to show off your skills in front of me."
When Mo Tian spoke these words, he was completely unlike the timid and submissive person he had been a few days ago; instead, he exuded a newfound air of dominance and composure.
"You...you know illusion magic?" Having been seen through at a glance, Qiao Mei felt a sense of defeat she had never experienced before.
"Hmph! Tell me, what kind of monster are you?" Instead of retreating, Mo Tian stepped forward, and Qiao Mei couldn't control herself and took two steps back.
"It's me, Qiao Mei, Brother Mo Tian. Have you forgotten me so quickly?" Qiao Mei tried to remain calm and deliberately used a coquettish voice.
"Nonsense! When have I ever seen you, you vixen? If you don't tell the truth, I'll make you regret it." Mo Tian gritted his teeth and spoke in a low but chilling voice. His eyes were filled with a cold light. Even though he was wearing the most ordinary pajamas, he couldn't hide his murderous aura.
This barely suppressed imperial anger instantly subdued the wicked Qiao Mei.
"Mo, Mo Tian, you, you told me yourself, really, I'm not lying." Qiao Mei was eager to prove herself, frozen in place and waving her hands repeatedly.
At this moment, Song Hye-kyo nervously raised her eyes.
Looking at the man opposite her, his appearance was no different from that cautious Hua Motian from that day, but his aura was completely different...
"How dare you! You are not allowed to address me by my name!" A deep blue light shone in Hua Motian's eyes, unfathomable.
"I?" Hearing Hua Motian repeatedly refer to himself as "I," Qiao Mei's expression changed from confusion to strangeness. "You, are you Hua, oh, no, are you the Emperor?"
"I am here, you vixen, make way!" Mo Tian's eyes darted around, and he suddenly stepped forward, reaching out to pull Qiao Mei onto the bed...
Mo Tian stepped over the threshold and strode to the door, which was ajar.
If not now, when? Mo Tian reached out, opened the door, and was about to leave the room.
"Puff puff!" An ugly wing flapped over, accompanied by a pungent stench that assaulted his nostrils, making him feel uncomfortable for a while.
"Cough cough!" Mo Tian quickly covered his mouth, but still couldn't stop bending over and coughing. At this moment, he was powerless to get rid of the stench around him.
"Bang!" The opened wooden door was pushed shut by a fat hand with a loud bang.
A pair of elephant legs and a pair of yellowed floral slippers appeared in Mo Tian's line of sight.
"I thought this was some great skill, but it turns out it was just a show, hehehe!" Qiao Mei twisted her neck, covered her mouth triumphantly, and laughed, her chubby face bulging with laughter, tears and snot streaming down her face. "My king, with your current abilities, you can't get out..."
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