C548 More and more presumptuous

Mo Xianyue stretched out both his hands, and said as if it was a matter of course: "I can only forgive you if you give me at least ten portions of that gold and silver jewel of yours."

Hearing her words, Nangong Hao's hand grew so short that the bowl in his hands almost fell to the ground.

"You're robbing." Nangong Hao said: "I really suspect if you were a bandit before."

"That's right