These big shots are actually me - #150 - Chapter 150

“Please tell everyone that I will personally entertain Purple Mask from the Wuxiang Courtyard when he returns.”

207 La’s Knee Pillow (3k)

After Thranduil returned to the canopy of the Twin Holy Trees.

Mozo also controlled the big water lily under his feet to approach the Forest of Sacred Trees.

Mozo, who was rising and falling with the big water lily on the waves, also took out the Pure White Scale at this time.

“Partner, it’s finally over!”

Thranduil has returned to the canopy of the Twin Sacred Trees. At this point, Mozo’s identity as Thranduil can come to an end for the time being.

Chun Tian Ping, on the other hand, said with waning interest:

“Yes, Your Majesty, your game is finally over.”

“Thank you very much for this, my best partner!”

The appearance of Thranduil was a miracle accomplished by Mozo through the pure white scale.

Of course, there is also the contribution of the Twin Holy Trees. In short, Mozo wanted to resolve this matter smoothly and completely sever the connection between Mozo and Thranduil.

He used the wish-making ability of the pure white scale to plunder the rituals prepared by the elves for him, thus allowing Thranduil to reappear yesterday.

In this way, no one should guess that Mozo is Thranduil.

As for the fact that Mo Zuo is from Wuxiang Courtyard, it doesn’t matter whether he is exposed or not.

Although it is necessary for the audience of Wuxiang Courtyard to hide their identities, in Mo Zuo, it would be a good thing for everyone to know that he is from Wuxiang Courtyard.

After all, the origin of Wuxiang Courtyard can well explain why Mozo Klein knows those secrets.

Jun Tian Ping, who would have been very happy about Mo Zuo’s compliment in Japan, was not in the mood anymore.

But soon, Chun Tianping suddenly said again:

“You are the Sun King, but you have been hiding among humans for so many years, and you have become the so-called Young and Old Wolf Lord. And then you know a lot of secret knowledge, so you, do you really only have these three identities?”

“Of course there are more than just these three, have you forgotten? I am still the Purple Mask of the Wuxiang Courtyard!”

Mo Zuo looked at Chun Tianping with a smile and said.

Chun Tian Ping said helplessly:

“I said you kid…”

After feeling the twin holy trees that were close at hand in a sense, Chun Tian Ping changed his words very seriously:

“I said, Your Majesty, can you please stop playing such boring tricks? You know what I’m asking!”

Regarding Chun Tian Ping’s question, Mo Zuo just put his face close to his and said with a smile:

“you guess!”

Then he hurriedly stuffed it into the bag before Chun Tianping opened his mouth.

As the big water lily docked, Mozo looked at the forest of sacred trees in front of him and couldn’t help but think:

‘Please help me prepare a beautiful bag later. ’

Mo Zuo always remembered that Chun Tianping was clamoring to change it into a high-end bag every day.

But before Mozuo could think about it, he saw several elves jumping down from the trees and said respectfully to him:

“Dear Mr. Purple Mask, the great Ra wants to entertain you personally.”

This should be a good thing. It proves that La still takes Thranduil, that is, Mozo’s words to heart, but he thinks of La’s strange look at that time.

Mo Zuo felt a little panicked again.

But in front of him, Mo Zuo smiled, stroking his chest and bowed:

“So, I’m deeply honored!”

Under the leadership of the elves, Mozo, who was feeling uneasy, once again went to Rivendell, which he had just left not long ago.

But what was a bit beyond Mozo’s expectation was that the elves did not take him to La’s small palace, but to the Sun Palace.

Looking at the road he had walked countless times in front of him, Mozo asked the elves beside him with some uncertainty:

“Does the great Ra want to see me in the audience hall?”

The elves said very naturally:

“Of course, His Majesty has returned, and His Majesty’s palace is naturally in use. You are a distinguished guest. Isn’t it natural for me to see you in the audience hall?”

This makes sense. Mozo couldn’t refute.

But he always felt something was strange.

Then in front of the steps of the audience hall, the elves who brought him here retreated. The reason was that Ra wanted to see him alone.

After swallowing, Mozo climbed up the long steps that he had walked countless times before.

After walking through the long jade steps engraved with countless exquisite reliefs, Mozo came to the audience hall.

Then as soon as he entered, Mozo saw Ra sitting on the throne of the Sun King.

Mozo walked to the open-air hall in a daze, and then said to La on the throne:

“That, you, is, uh, that’s the throne of the Sun King, right?”

La, who was sitting on the throne, folded her beautiful legs, let her skirt slide down, put her head on the armrest of the throne with her hands, and said doubtfully:

“Do I need you, an outsider, to point out where I am sitting?”

Mozo moved his gaze away from La’s long, dazzling white legs and placed his eyes on the delicate relief at his feet:

“No, of course not, I’m just a little confused.”

Laya had no intention of letting him go. He raised his head and said with a look that looked at garbage:

“Also, why are you still standing? Has Master Purple Mask of the Wuxiang Courtyard forgotten even basic etiquette?”

Mo Zuo immediately knelt down on one knee and said with shame:

“No, it’s just that this is a bit unexpected. I definitely don’t have any objections to you! Dear La!”

Something was wrong, and Mo Zuo felt this deeply.

But now, what else can he do? !

It seemed like nothing could be done.

“That bastard asked me to help you complete your promotion ceremony.”

That bastard? Is that me?

Mo Zuo swallowed again, raised his hands tremblingly and said:

“Dear Ra, you, do you call your king this way?”

“Aha?”

“No, it’s nothing. As long as you’re happy.”

Mozo immediately retracted his hand, and then looked at the relief underneath him with sweat on his face.

Why haven’t I noticed that this relief is so beautiful before?

Who is here at this moment? Ah, it’s my deeds! hehe….

Mo Zuo just wants to complete the ceremony and leave as soon as possible. He doesn’t even think about Sequence Six. He just wants to finish Sequence Seven and run away.

And Ra on the throne continued:

“Also, your sequence seven ritual is to be completed in the singing of the elves, right? If it wasn’t for this, I’m afraid you would never come here, right?”

“Well, I don’t quite understand what you are talking about. But my promotion ceremony does require the singing of elves.”

“That’s it, that’s great, let me do it again, how about it?”

“No, well, how can I bother you with this little thing? Just assign an elf at will. I think you must have many other important things. Please don’t waste your precious time on me. On your body!”

By now, Mozo had probably guessed something, but he couldn’t believe it. He also thought that he was lying to himself and said that it was just because La hated humans and La didn’t like the Xiangless Courtyard.

But soon, he heard La sneer and say:

“No, since it is your Majesty’s request, I will naturally do my best to fulfill it. Just as it happens, I have prepared the potion for you. It also happens that I am an elf, so I am right here. I will help you complete your promotion!”

Ready for the potion? !

Why does La know my potion recipe? !

Mozo raised his head in astonishment, and then saw the two bottles of magic potion that La had placed beside him at some point. One of them exuded the faint blue radiance that Mozo believed should be the sixth magic potion in the path sequence of the rule book. .

As for the other bottle, a green halo is constantly floating in the milky white liquid in the bottle.

This is exactly the characteristic of Mozo’s Sequence Six and Sequence Seven potions! And looking at the color, it seems that the purity has been achieved to the extreme!

Does La really know?

Did the Double Sacred Tree tell La? !

The only ones who know Mozo’s sequence are Mozo himself, Chun Tianping and the Twin Sacred Trees! ! ! !

Since the Twin Sacred Trees would tell La the magic potion, then…

Mo Zuo, who was sweating profusely just now, was sweating profusely now.

“Um, do you know that?”

“Know? Know what?!”

La Qian leaned forward with cold eyes but extremely curious mouth and said:

“I’m just an arrogant elf who knows nothing. What can I know? And you, how dare you raise your head and look directly at me?”

Mozo quickly lowered his head again.

“It’s nothing. Dear La, I’m just overthinking it.”

La leaned back on the throne and said expressionlessly:

“As long as you understand.”

After saying that, La took the bottle of potion from sequence six of the rule book pathway. While playing with it, he said to Mozo below:

“Your approach is really interesting. Even I haven’t seen the brand-new approach in many years. And even if I have seen it, it is just a ridiculous approach full of loopholes and only reached low-sequence.”

“If you are interested, I can tell you everything directly.”

“Are you kidding? How can you tell such an important thing to me, an arrogant elf who doesn’t deserve to know anything?”

Mo Zuo didn’t dare to speak anymore. La was now like a powder keg. Any words he said could turn into a trigger. The most important thing was that he could be exonerated at any time because of this.

La Ye, who was sitting on the throne, finally put down the potion in his hand, turned to Mo Zuo below and said:

“Okay, my time is still precious, let’s start the ceremony!”

After Mozuo looked around, he raised his hand carefully and said:

“But you haven’t given me the potion yet.”

“Here you go, won’t you come up and get it yourself?! Do you still want me to bring it to you? Who do you think you are? The Sun King? Ah!”

Mo Zuo immediately walked up Nie Nie.

But he still didn’t dare to look up. But when Mozo walked to the throne, La moved to the side.

And after patting his white legs together, he said:

“Okay, let’s get started.”

After Mozuo swallowed a large mouthful of saliva with difficulty, he sat down on the throne with a chill all over his body and mechanically leaned his head on La’s thigh.

This is Thranduil’s favorite lap pillow, but it is what Mozo is most afraid of now.

Very soft, very cold, and very deadly!

208 The frightened Mozo (3k)

Seeing Thranduil leaning on his lap again after so many years, the corners of La’s mouth could not help but raise for a moment but then quickly lowered.