In an extremely theatrical fashion, that fellow put his palms together and cried out loud while sniveling, "Y-Your His Highness the Crown Prince, I-I am Mo Kun! The Vassal King of Jianping's son, Mo Kun, your cousin!"
That shameless expression that seemed like he had found his blood brother from eight hundred years ago was jaw-dropping.
F*ck, you only know now that Mo Lian is your cousin?
Where did your nefarious look and pompous attitude from before go?
He was just someone who got freaked out by the Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal and instantly cowered!
Qiao Mu looked down at the Vassal Prince of Jianping, who was prostrating on the floor and kept holding his hands up high in submission. She furrowed her brows in distaste and remarked, "How can you have such a cousin?"
Simply too disgraceful!
Mo Lian also felt ashamed, and he felt even more stifled when he saw his wifey's look of distaste.
