C911 A Storm Breeds Six Hundred and Fifty-three

"Your Majesty …" Xin Yi was about to say something to express his gratitude when he was interrupted by the red vine. "Call me Red Vine. I don't know why, but from your mouth, I felt that saying 'King' was a kind of mockery!" This woman did not look at him with even the slightest bit of respect, nor was she afraid. When she said "King", there was a trace of playfulness in her tone