2079: A Wimp

A Wimp

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!"1

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.

His anger started raging as he stared at Mo Kun.

He directly flipped Mo Kun over onto his back with a palm strike through the air.

"Don't you go claiming relations!! Who is your cousin! Scram!"

Mo Kun was startled, and a trace of embarrassment flashed past his face. He scrambled up and then crawled forwards on all fours while weeping bitterly, "Cousin. I-I am Mo Kun, the Vassal King of Jianping's son, Mo Kun! Wuwuwu, my father is your Imperial Father's youngest brother! Cousin! You cannot kill me, you cannot kill me!"

He was about to die from fright right now!

That madman who scattered peach blossoms had effortlessly reaped the lives of several dozen guards with just a peach blossom shower.

H-He-He, he didn't want to be like them and die ignorant. He wanted to live. No matter what, he couldn't die from several tiny peach blossom petals!

"Such a wimp." Qiao Mu swept Mo Lian a look of distaste.

Her meaning was obvious: You actually have such a wimpy cousin? Are the people in your Mo Clan other than you all wimps! This darling doesn't want to associate with you anymore! So shameful!

Not to talk about how this person had activated a good many defensive barriers, and that those drifting peach blossom petals simply still hadn't punctured through his defense yet.

Even if he exhausted his spiritual energy and had lost his defense, he couldn't beg for mercy in such a wimpy manner!

Didn't they say a soldier can be killed but not humiliated!

He was even some Vassal Prince of Jianping, but he was just a big wimp!

Mo Lian couldn't help but get enraged. He swung his hand and slapped the Vassal Prince of Jianping's cheek through the air. "Scram out of here!"

Yet not only did the Vassal Prince of Jianping not get angry at these words, he instead repeatedly cupped his hands with tears streaming gratefully down his face, "Okay, okay, okay, I will scram, I will immediately scram! Cousin, do not worry. I will not appear before you if not necessary."

Everybody was flabbergasted as they watched this person roll[1] twice on the ground and then scramble up to skedaddle outside.

After withdrawing their gazes, everybody looked at the ashen-faced Crown Prince Mo with queer expressions!

"Haha, Venerable Immortal, look at how much you scared the guy!" Dao Wuji laughed awkwardly, but he still couldn't resist teasing.

Feng Chen was mystified.

Was there something wrong with this Vassal Prince of Jianping's brain?

He thought those falling peach blossom petals attacked people at random?

Every single petal was under his control, alright!

Otherwise, how come the falling peach blossom petals didn't go attack his, the Vassal Prince of Jianping's, defensive barrier?

He thought that level-three spiritual weapon defensive barrier of his could withstand a venerable immortal's killing move?

He wouldn't kill him for Crown Prince Mo's sake, alright?

Darling Qiao broke free of her hubby's hand, flinging it aside. She then faced him with the back of her head.

[1] "Scram" in Chinese also means "roll."

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