"Martial Emperor Chen, come down here for me! I'm going to kill you!" Pointing the sword at the black-clothed youth crouching on the pavilion, Mo Su Yun roared.,Ye Li patted his shoulder with some感慨 (sigh), "Alright, go and deal with the matter first. If you misbehave again in future, I won’t spare you!" It was already a time when she couldn't ruffle her son’s head anymore. Sixteen-year-old Mo Xiaobao had long been taller than Ye Li.,"Yes, Mother!" Mo Xiaobao responded loudly. Holding Heartling with one arm, he walked up to the commander of the guards and raised his brows: "You guys go back first. I’ll talk to Mu Su Yun myself later."。