Facing Lin Mo's rhetorical question, Xue Wuye gave an extremely simple answer, but of course he was also extremely firm.

"Because others are not worthy!"

Since he learned of his illness, he has already secretly started looking for a successor.

Just look at the entire Huaguo.

Lin Mo's talent and strength may not be the highest and best.

But regardless of his nature or means, Lin Mo is the most suitable young man to take over the southern border...

"How about it?"

Xue Wuye asked: "I have prepared for the handover."

"As long as you nod your head and your battle with the Xie family is over, I will apply to the Wumeng for this matter."

"And directly give you the position of King of Nanjing."

"how?"

Lin Mo is naturally willing.

After all, he grew up in the southern border since he was a child, so his feelings are naturally there.

But he also has his own concerns.

"Fifth Master, it's not that I don't want to agree."

"But you know better than me about the situation of the Wumeng."

"If I take over the Southern Territory, my name will be Da Qu and the Southern Territory."

"I also want to reshape the glory of my Lin family's northern border."

What Lin Mo is most worried about is whether the addition of the Three Kings will arouse the fear of the Wumeng in the future.

After all, if the three regions are united together.

The huge power is simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Once something goes wrong, the impact is huge.

Seeing Lin Mo's concerns, Fifth Master Xue suddenly burst out laughing.

"You don't have to worry about that at all."

"Just let it go and do it!"

"Don't say you govern the three divisions, even if you wear the Seven Kings, it doesn't matter at all."

It seems that there is some mystery involved in this matter.

Xue Wuye suddenly changed the subject halfway through speaking.

"Just take ten thousand hearts, I, Xue, promise you with my head."

"Then my southern border will be handed over to you to manage from now on, so don't fall into the prestige of our southern border."

Among the six kings of the Hua Kingdom, the southern border is the most backward area.

But this does not mean that the strength is weak.

In his half push and half negotiation.

Lin Mo finally agreed to Xue Wuye's request.

"I will try my best!"

Fifth Master was not worried at all.

The big hands landed heavily on Lin Mo's shoulders, his face was full of relief.

And at this moment, the fifth master's expression on his face is obviously much better.

Just after the two agreed.

Another figure appeared in the distance.

The person who came was Mr. Bai.

I saw him happily holding Wuhen again and again, walking slowly towards this side.

"Lin Mo, you are too clingy."

"I haven't seen you for a while, but I'm clamoring to find you!"

Although his mouth was full of complaints, the smile on his face was not interrupted at all.

Lin Mo smiled and hugged Wuhen.

"What's the matter, isn't it good to get close to Master?"

Wuhen sighed with dissatisfaction on his face.

"Master has too many beards, it hurts my face."

When Lin Mo heard this, he immediately looked at Bai Lao's beard.

And it doesn't matter.

With just one glance, Lin Mo burst out laughing.

Originally, Old Man Bai's beard was still relatively dense.

Now it has become sparse and uneven.

Then look at the few beards left on the little girl Wuhen's hands.

Lin Mo guessed a lot of things instantly.

"Wuhen, did you pull out your master's beard?"

Seeing Lin Mo's serious expression, Wuhen hurriedly lowered his face, and his eyes kept dodging.

At the same time, Old Bai, who was still smiling, suddenly looked down.

"That's how you usually treat my precious disciples!"

After Bai Lao asked, he grabbed Wuhen.

Immediately, there is no hate:

"Come on, good disciple, we ignore you, master!"

"It's just a few beards, what Master has is, if you like it, keep pulling it!"

Lin Mo looked at them, also full of helplessness.

It's just that one is his master and the other is his disciple.

What can he say... JrNovels.com