C451 Those Who Follow Me Get Sick of Each Other and Perish

"I'm afraid you can't give what This King wants."

Mo Yu sneered. His slender fingers brushed off the debris on the fox fur coat.

"Royal Uncle, why don't you open your mouth and let us listen. Maybe I'll be happy and agree to it."

Mo Beichen pointed with his finger and pointed to the shelves where they were still tied up. Below them were all firewood