Your Majesty, you... don't go crazy! Don't blame your subordinates even if you are crazy!
However, to his surprise, after a few breaths, Di Ming Jue came back to his senses, but he didn't become angry from embarrassment.
Instead, with a blank face, he said firmly: "No, you are the one who loses. Because, the time has come."
Xiao Bao's small face suddenly sank, and he said coldly: "Not here!"
"arrive!"
Both of them turned their heads together, and stared fiercely at Han Ye, "Tell me, is the time up yet?!"
Han Ye suddenly shivered, with a bitter face, tremblingly said: "Subordinate... I... I... I was too nervous at the last moment, I forgot... I forgot the time!"
Facing the murderous eyes of the two, Han Ye almost wanted to shrink himself into a ball and find a hole in the ground.
But he really doesn't know!
When the young master snatched Zhu Yu, did a quarter of an hour pass or not
This will probably become an eternal mystery, and no one will be able to determine it anymore.
Di Ming Jue and Xiao Bao Qi turn their heads and stare at each other.
"You lost!"
"you lose!"
"It's not time!"
"arrive!"
"You are shameless, shameless!!"
"snort!"
Han Ye had never seen his own monarch so childish and bickering.
Seeing the stalemate between the two, I don't know how long the stalemate will last.
I couldn't help but swallowed, "Your Majesty, young master, how about...how about this round, let's call it a draw?"
Hearing Han Ye's proposal, both the elder and the younger showed hesitant expressions.
Xiao Bao spread out his palms and looked at Zhu Yu in his palms, his delicate eyebrows and eyes slightly frowned.
Although when he confronted Di Ming Jue just now, he seemed very righteous.
But Xiaobao knew in his heart that he had actually lost, and the victory was unwarranted.
Moreover, he always felt that he was not happy to let this man never appear in front of his mother and himself.
Xiao Bao frowned again.
He is not reluctant to part with this disciple!
It's just... just... After all, he was the one who saved Mother.
So, throw in the towel
As my mother said, a man must admit success or failure openly.
However, he really likes this piece of Zhu Yu.
From the moment I saw this piece of Zhu Yu, I felt so kind that I didn't want to part with it.
It's as if... as if I saw my mother.
Xiaobao wants to give Zhu Yu to his mother, he thinks that his mother will be happy if she gets this piece of Zhu Yu.
Unfortunately, he lost!
If you lose, you lose, and there is no reason to deny it.
With a cold face, Xiao Bao slowly hands Zhu Yu to Di Ming Jue, "Give it back to you!"
But the reluctance in those big eyes is clear and real.
Di Ming Jue takes Zhu Yu, and gently strokes it with his fingers.
Looking at Xiaobao's lingering eyes, he rarely showed a hesitant look on his face.
If it's something else, if the little guy wants it, he will definitely give it.
But this piece of jade...
Di Ming Jue himself doesn't know how this piece of vermilion jade came about.
All he knew was that after an accident five years ago, this piece of Zhu Yu appeared beside him.
Zhuyu itself is not precious, even if it has mysterious textures on it.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to cross the barrier of the Three Realms and be brought to the Yanwu Continent.
However, Di Ming Jue doesn't know why, he keeps this piece of Zhu Yu with him all these years.
There is always an inexplicable feeling in my heart.
This piece of vermilion jade is very important to him.
But now, the little guy's eager eyes made him hesitate.