The Imperial Master was immediately speechless.
Because Huang Yueli was right.
In the Tianling Continent where martial arts is respected, whoever is stronger is justice, whoever has a harder fist represents the truth!
If Huang Yueli kills him, it will only mean that she is more powerful. No one will fight against a more powerful living person for the sake of a dead person.
Huang Yueli looked at his pale face full of wrinkles and said coolly: "You are so old, but you are still so naive! Why are you pretending to be a little boy? Do you think you are here to make fun of me?"
The Imperial Master felt depressed again and almost lost his breath.
What are these words? You actually called him "naive"? However, he was really naive just now!
The Imperial Master gritted his teeth and said: "You are lucky today, but you want to kill me? You are too naive! I still have a trump card to save my life. If you really dare to take risks, don't blame me for dying with you!"
"Have you got a life-saving trump card? That's great! Don't be stingy then, use them all! Maybe you still have a chance to survive today!"
Huang Yueli clapped her hands and ordered Mo Yi behind her: "Brother Mo, please drag these scum to the fifth floor!"
Mo Yi responded: "Yes." Then he stepped forward.
He is not as patient as the servants in Wuwei Hou Mansion, and he is willing to drag people away one by one.
As a master of the fifth level, he is already overqualified to do such menial and tiring work. If his future mistress hadn't ordered him, he wouldn't have done it!
When it comes to doing it, it's naturally simple and rough.
He casually threw all the people on the ground into a pile, one on top of another, and then found a rope and tied them all together.
Among the people who besieged Mo Yi, all of them were masters of the third level or above. Not only were they national masters, but the rest of them were also famous masters of the South Vietnam State. They were all well-established and flattered in the country. object.
Who knew that in Mo Yi's hands, they were being thrown around like this, and they were worse than a sack.
The Imperial Master was roaring hoarsely the whole time.
"You brat, how dare you... How dare you do this to me! What do you want to do? I won't let you go!... Let me go, let me go!"
Mo Yi restrained their meridians, and they couldn't move at all, except for shouting a few words.
Naturally, he ignored them and quickly tied them into the shape of a rice dumpling. Then, he easily dragged them all upstairs at once.
The fifth floor is the treasure pavilion of the royal treasury, which contains the most precious treasures.
The last time Huang Yueli came here, she had already gone to the Treasure Pavilion to loot it once, and she knew all the surrounding institutions well.
She directed Mo Yi to drag the bunch of "zongzi" under a wall.
"Okay, just leave it there. You must not step on the place in front of that brick. Otherwise, if the mechanism is triggered, it will be difficult for me to save you!"
Mo Yi quickly retracted his foot that almost crossed the line and put the person down carefully.
Then, he returned to Huang Yueli and bowed: "Third Miss, what are you going to do next? Please give me your orders!"
"Well, well..."
Huang Yueli blinked, her big bright eyes flashing, not to mention how innocent and cute they were.
But those who knew her well secretly shuddered.
(End of chapter)