431. Xiaobao's Bet
Mo Xiuyao nodded in satisfaction and laughed, "Thanks. You are all so generous. I'll gladly accept it."
"Mo Xiuyao!" Mo Jingli roared uncontrollably. By now, how could he not understand that he had been thoroughly played by Mo Xiuyao, and even used as a bargaining chip against Xiling, Beirong, and Nanzhao? This humiliation almost drove Mo Jingli to lose his mind.
Mo Jingyu, who had collapsed on the ground nearby, was ghastly pale, his eyes vacant. It's over...
Mo Xiuyao casually said, "Jingli, I told you over a decade ago to avoid things that require much thought. It's not your forte. Given your personality, if you had the upper hand, wouldn't you humiliate me thoroughly before finishing me off cleanly? If I were you, I wouldn't even have stepped into this hall; I'd have ordered a volley of countless arrows from outside."
