And after swallowing the jade, the fat rabbit rubbed against Bao and licked him with his tongue.

As if to assure his little master, he will surely guard this Zhuyu.

Bao touched the rabbit, his face was constantly gloomy, the tight lines finally relaxed and a hidden laugh flashed in his eyes.

He's gonna beat that man!

Then he handed the jade to his mother.

Mother will be happy then!

……

Moo-yan walked out of the space, went back to bed, and happened to run into the cold night with chicken soup.

When Muang appeared in the sky, the cold night was taken aback.

But it soon returned to normal.

In the land of immortality, carry-on spaces are everywhere, not surprisingly.

Though in the martial arts continent, it is theoretically impossible to have a carry-on space.

But Miss Muang is the heir to the Divine Musician!

What is the character of a divine musician?

That was the character who turned the three worlds upside down, so that all the families of the immortal mainland could panic when they heard it!

What is so strange about such a terrible and powerful legend that it leaves a space for inheritance on the martial arts continent?

“Miss Muang, this is the chicken soup that Jung-gun specifically instructed the kitchen to cook for you. You are over-consuming and bleeding too much in Ghost Market. It would be best to drink some chicken soup to replenish your energy. ”

Muang took a few trips and took a sip, smiling: “Thank you. ”

“Miss Muang, please don't hesitate, and this was specially ordered for you by the King...”

The cold night was whispering, and I gave my lord a good feeling.

Yet Mu Yan suddenly and carelessly asked, "Did anything special happen to me yesterday while I was asleep? ”

The cold night sniffled, shaking his head almost like a reflection, “No, nothing special happened! ”

But he regretted it when he finished talking.

I can't help but smoke myself a big ear shave!

Didn't he say something when he made it clear?

Sure enough, Muay lifted the curtain and slowly pulled a glamorous smile at the corner of her mouth, reaching out her fingers to him.

At first glance at her face in the cold of the night, she suddenly had hair all over her body and a heart pulled out cold.

“Well, that, Miss Muang, if nothing happens, my subordinates... go back first! ”

Muang just smiled at him, didn't speak, and Slow Slow Sly drank a sip of chicken soup.

The cold night hesitated for half an hour, but eventually didn't have the guts to escape.

I walked right in front of her.

In her heart, she said: Miss Mu Yan slept to death. If he didn't admit that the king bullied the little boy, Miss Mu Yan would never know!

Who knew the next thing Muay said, but almost scared the shit out of him.

“Tell me, what did you do to my son in my sleep? ”

The cold night was shaking and my heart was already crying.

Wait, he didn't say anything. How the hell did Jun Mu Yan know?

Moe hooked her lips, but her eyes swept past her chill, “Did he abuse my baby? ”

“No, no! Absolutely not!” The cold night rushed, “How could he possibly abuse the little boy as if he were his own son? It's just... it's just some little friction... little friction... haha...”

Muang shouted, "Oh," meaning looking at him deeply, "in that case, tell me about the little friction! ”

The cold nights are bitter and my face is very, very dripping and I run if I want to pull my legs out.