He had already discovered when he entered the pigpen that he couldn't muster up a single bit of spiritual energy. Let alone jumping up, even running away became difficult.
Mo Kun was fearful. At that moment, he felt so miniscule in the world, weak like a tiny ant. It was like the other party could crush him with just a stomp.
"Little, Little Cousin-in-Law, I-I was wrong. I know my mistake. C-Can you not make things difficult for me. I, I will not send Cousin beauties anymore." Mo Kun bawled as he looked at Qiao Mu in terror.
Anyone who sent the crown prince beauties after this were just blind fools!
What kind of shrew did the crown prince marry!?
Look, he had only sent over a dozen beauties, yet she couldn't tolerate them?
"Shut up!" Qiao Mu smacked his shoulder gruffly.
That guy immediately sprawled on the ground with a flump.
Qiao Mu grabbed his arm and yanked hard.
