"Carve me first."
Wangze Holy Emperor stretched out his hand and held onto the wood carving in Kong Yuhen's hand.
After all, he was the Holy Emperor, and Huang Quan was merely a demi-saint; it seemed reasonable to change his mind halfway and cut in line once more.
If Huang Quan didn't allow queue cutting, he would naturally take action.
If he took action, Wangze Holy Emperor would even prefer to sit still, letting his Mystic Sword and Hun Che take turns chopping.
He wanted to see how Kong Yuhen, who always called himself a friend, would react when he sees his friend being chopped.
The hope was dashed again.
Huang Quan didn't even move.
Regarding being "cut in line," in this Ancient and Modern Forget Sorrow pavilion, he had endured it no less than ten times; how could he possibly explode this time?
"Your Majesty always cuts in line before me, are you not angry?"
Wangze Holy Emperor once again couldn't restrain his curiosity, speaking to the masked man in Gold Robe.
