Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and raised his hand, "No problem."
"Why should I believe you?" Mo Jingli asked suspiciously.
Mo Xiuyao said impatiently, "How would I know how to make you believe me? If you want to come out, then come out. If you don't want to come out, then forget it. "Perhaps because he heard Mo Xiuyao's impatience, Mo Jingli finally relaxed a little. He had too little power in his hands. He only had a Shadow Guard impersonating the Crown Prince of the Prince Ding Mansion, which was not enough to negotiate with Mo Xiuyao.
"Let me leave the Prince Ding Mansion." Mo Jingli gritted his teeth and said.
Mo Xiuyao was immediately amused. He looked lazily at the closed door and laughed, "Mo Jingli, do you think I am playing games with you? Or do you think I want to play a few games with you? Do you have that kind of value? "
After a while, the door was finally opened from the inside. Mo Jingli walked out with Qin Lie in his hand. Mo Jingli used one hand to hold Qin Lie in front of him, and the other hand held a dagger to Qin Lie's back. As long as there was any movement, he could be the first to stab the dagger into Qin Lie's back.
Mo Xiuyao faintly glanced at Mo Jingli, "Are you finally willing to come out? Now … what do you plan to do? " Mo Jingli vigilantly looked at the group of people in the courtyard. Even if there were no archers, with these people alone, he would not be able to escape the Prince Ding Mansion alive. In the candlelight, he saw Mo Xiaobao standing beside Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li. As expected, he looked exactly the same as the person in front of him. But the light in the child's eyes made him certain that this child was the real Crown Prince of the Prince Ding Mansion, Mo Yuchen. This was because the way this annoying brat looked at him was exactly the same as his father's when he was young.
Mo Jingli grabbed Qin Lie and stared at Mo Xiuyao, "If you don't want this brat to die, then back away."
Mo Xiuyao's expression was calm. It was clear that he did not care about Mo Jingli's threat.
"What? Crown Prince? You are the same as your father. You don't care about this brat's life? He was caught because of you, right? "Mo Jingli smiled maliciously at Mo Xiao Bao. Seeing Qin Lie's pained expression, Mo Xiaobao's originally smiling face instantly turned serious. Glaring hatefully at Mo Jingli, he said, "Let him go."
"Let me go." Mo Jingli said without hesitation.
"Impossible." Mo Xiaobao gritted his teeth.
Seeing him angry, Mo Jingli's mood became better. Smiling, he said, "Then you come over and exchange with him."
"Okay!" Mo Xiaobao said in a clear voice. Everyone was stunned. Even Mo Jingli, who had proposed the condition, had said it with a hint of mockery. He had never thought that Mo Xiaobao would agree so readily.
"Crown Prince, please reconsider!" The people beside Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li were shocked and quickly stopped him. In their eyes, a hundred Qin Lie's life was not as important as one Mo Xiaobao. It was not that they looked down on other people's lives, but in the eyes of anyone in the world, no one would think that a Shadow Guard's life was more precious than the future heir of the Prince Ding Mansion.
Mo Jingli was stunned. Cautiously looking at Mo Xiaobao, he said, "Are you serious?" Mo Xiaobao proudly raised his little chin and said, "Of course. If this Crown Prince is afraid of you, I'm not Mo Yuchen."
Mo Jingli looked at Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li who were standing to the side. In the crowd of people trying to persuade him, Mo Xiaobao's parents were especially quiet.
"Mother?" Mo Xiaobao looked up at Ye Li. Ye Li's lips curled into a faint smile. Rubbing Mo Xiaobao's little head, she said, "Xiaobao has grown up. You can make your own decision. You must … be careful. "Mo Xiaobao's little face lit up. Nodding heavily, he said," This child knows. Thank you mother. "
Saying this, Mo Xiaobao raised his hand towards Mo Jingli to indicate that he did not have any weapons on him. Then he slowly walked towards them. When he was three steps away from Mo Jingli, Mo Xiaobao stared at Mo Jingli and said, "Let go of Qin Lie."
With Mo Xiaobao as his hostage, Mo Jingli naturally did not care about Qin Lie. Not to mention that he could not bring two hostages with him. Raising one hand, he pushed Qin Lie out and his other hand grabbed at Mo Xiaobao.
"Go die!" Qin Lie who was pushed out was not thrown out. Instead, he twisted his body and charged towards Mo Jingli. At the same time, Mo Xiaobao also threw a kick towards Mo Jingli's face. Mo Jingli was suddenly attacked, but he was not unprepared. With Mo Xiaobao's craftiness, Mo Jingli knew that he could not be caught so quickly. But he had to take a gamble. Otherwise, even if he had Qin Lie, he would not be able to escape death. Therefore, when Mo Xiaobao kicked towards his face, Mo Jingli had already dodged to the side and once again grabbed at Mo Xiaobao's vital point.
Qin Lie's pressure point was blocked. Although he had opened it a little, it was not easy for him to have the strength to hit Mo Jingli. Very quickly, he was kicked to the side by Mo Jingli. The Shadow Guard at the side quickly went forward to help him up and found that he was not heavily injured.
Feng Zhiyao and the others who came over wanted to help Mo Xiaobao but were stopped by Mo Xiuyao.
"Prince!" Feng Zhiyao frowned, looking at Mo Xiuyao with disapproval. With Mo Xiaobao's martial arts, he was definitely not Mo Jingli's opponent. Mo Xiuyao calmly said: "Don't worry, let him try. If you guys were willing to fight with him normally, you wouldn't be so worried now. "Mo Xiaobao was the heir of the Prince Ding Mansion and had a high status. Although he was hardworking in martial arts, his status was different. No matter if it was a sparring partner or a professor, very few people dared to fight him seriously, much less risk their lives. This also led to Mo Xiaobao's lack of actual combat experience. In the past, Mo Xiuyao still had a few royal families that he didn't get along with, and he would occasionally beat them up. Since young, Mo Xiaobao could be said to have gotten whatever he wanted, and everything went smoothly.
Mo Xiaobao and Mo Jingli's fight could be said to be exciting. Although he was short and his internal energy was weak. But Mo Xiaobao, who had been in Qi Lin for a long time and had a slightly skewed worldview, was ruthless and cunning. There was no sign of nervousness or restraint from fighting for the first time. With this kind of performance, if he was two years older, people would believe that he killed people like flies.
Lei Tengfeng, who was standing at the side, could not help but sigh in admiration as he watched Mo Xiaobao's performance. With a son like this, the Prince Ding Mansion would not decline for the next fifty years.
"Prince, are we raising the heir or raising assassins? The little heir's martial arts … why does it look like he's even more ruthless than those people from the Yanwang Chamber of Commerce? "Feng Zhiyao lamented. The assassins from the Yanwang Chamber of Commerce were only ruthless, but their little heir's moves were not only ruthless, but also very wretched. Feng Zhiyao could not bear to look at him directly. You're just an eleven or twelve year old kid, yet you're using moves like 'Monkey Steals Peach'. Are you really a man?
Mo Xiuyao was not offended at all. "It's fine as long as he can beat him. When his martial arts are high enough, he'll naturally correct himself. "Who liked to use these wretched moves? Wouldn't this make his abilities even worse? When his martial arts were high enough to kill everyone, with Mo Xiaobao's arrogant personality, he would naturally choose to use more honorable moves. Feng Zhiyao shook his head and sighed. "If the Xu family knew, they would definitely be heartbroken." Half of Mo Xiaobao's education was the responsibility of the Xu family. Even if they could not produce a young master like Young Master Qingchen, they should at least produce a cultured and refined gentleman, right?
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