They could only face reality now.
The emperor's dignity could not be offended.
Besides, their daddy had been crippled too. Who else could protect them?
Their eldest uncle wasn't here either. Even if he were, he couldn't make a move, or how could they keep up the act?
Were they supposed to expose Xiao Wu's identity right here?
They wouldn't even be able to leave after that.
Then his knees bent, and he dropped to the ground.
His companions were completely stunned.
My God King brother, why are you kneeling?
You said you'd rather break than bend, that your knees were hard as iron. How could you just kneel the moment they told you to?
Speak! What sort of demon are you, daring to possess my brother Tang San's body?
Their central figure had already knelt in humiliation. As mere supporting players, they had no choice but to follow suit, kneeling helplessly.
Yet even as they knelt on the ground, their backs remained ramrod straight, their bodies as stiff and unyielding as logs.
It seemed they were trying to console themselves this way, telling themselves this wasn't really kneeling, silently proclaiming to everyone:
You may have used your power to force us to kneel, but you'll never crush our dignity or our will. You'll never truly defeat us.
The sight of them was rather amusing.
Since they'd already knelt, why keep up the act?
So Li Pu decided to give them a hand.
Just as they were trying to save some face for themselves,
they suddenly felt their bodies slipping out of their control, as if they'd been caught in a puppet spell and someone had taken hold of them. They were completely powerless to resist.
Their hands shot up, and then they began kowtowing, as if they were