C451 Those Who Follow Me Live and Those Who Don't will Die

"I don't think you can give me what I want."

Mo Yu sneered, his long fingers wiping the dust off the fox fur.

"Why don't you ask Royal Uncle to let me hear it? Maybe I will agree if I am happy."

Mo Beichen pointed, pointing at the firewood that was still tied to the frame. A guard was holding a torch and pouring oil on the fire. As long as this fire was lit