?Perrangodo raised his eyebrows: "How?"

"Not much worse." The other party gave the answer.

"I thought you would say that there is even more than that."

The other party's majestic face was more solemn, with a respectful and firm expression: "In my heart, you are the only god."

Perlan Godo smiled inexplicably.

The other party hesitated for a moment: "As soon as you left that year, you threw everything to the king, he might resent you."

He was back, and he could not have known that he had been waiting for so many days but never came to the door. It can be seen...

Perlangodo took off the painting, rubbed the baba and threw it into the trash can: "After so many years, your roundabout problem has not changed at all."

"The king has done his best, but he is really not suitable to sit in that seat. You have forced it for so many years."

People who are born inappropriate have to pay more than twice as hardships as ordinary people if they want to sit firmly in that position.

And because of a woman, he was always unwilling to consolidate his power in the simplest and most advantageous way. The hardships of the past twenty years are self-evident.

If it weren't for the old guy like them who secretly took care of him, the throne of Zhonglu would have changed hands long ago, and the child who had learned to grow up little by little would have been difficult for him to survive until now.

Perlangodo's eyes were dazed.

Yes, when he left, he was still a child who could only hide behind him. He was weak and simple, pulling his sleeves and begging him not to leave him...

But how did he answer?
Chapter completed!