Although Yun Chujiu secretly criticized in her heart, her face showed a happy and envious expression, and she stuttered:
“Helmsman, helmsman? A helmsman who has authority over a division?”
Mo Xiao pursed his lips: “Look at you! As long as you listen to me, no matter how useless you are, I can push you to a higher position and let you have a place in the YIMO race.”
Yun chujiu nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice:
“Brother Mo Xiao, I will listen to you. I will definitely think of a way to follow you to the Yun family of the sacred mountain. Then, I will find an opportunity to mess up the banquet and anger those bastards of the Yun family of the sacred mountain to death.”
Mo Xiao nodded his head in satisfaction. This little spy was not only loyal but also commendable.
“Brother Mo Xiao, our Yimo tribe has many talented people. Besides me, have you arranged for someone else?”?