Listening to Larilo's shameless promises, Qiu Tu couldn't help but crack a smile.
Well, well! The con artist himself has finally met another con artist!
He used to paint big dreams for her, now she's spinning even bigger ones for him!
But really, thinking she can get a regional core just by warming someone's bed? That's way too optimistic!
The regional core, huh?
Maybe after giving me seven or eight fat little sons I'll consider it!
Thinking like this, Qiu Tu kept playing dumb, "Regional core, what's that? What's a regional lord?"
After saying this, like he'd just remembered something, he hurriedly glanced at Larilo, face full of surprise, "Your Highness, you didn't possibly lose the regional core, did you?"
At that, Qiu Tu looked at Larilo with blatant disgust, "If you're not the regional lord, I don't want you anymore. You're just not good enough for me...."
Larilo:.....
Watching Qiu Tu dish out those snarky remarks, Larilo's forehead veins were throbbing nonstop.
