Chapter 82: Qing Yang Eating is not a waste

"Xiao Dingzi, that sugar pill, in the future, you can do as much as you want, don't ...... for me" Mu Qingyang was afraid that Mu Ziding would have the meaning of increasing the number of sugar pills, and when he thought of the "medicinal blood"! Just how much blood is on this person's body, and where can he stand up to it like this!

But before Mu Qingyang finished speaking, Mu Ziding frowned, flashed a pair of misty star eyes, stared at her tightly, and murmured softly.

"Qing Yang, but-dislike?" Although he knew that Qing Yang wouldn't, he was worried that Qing Yang would avoid him if he knew that he used human blood, just like those people in the past.

Mu Qingyang looked at the grievance on his face, and he couldn't bear it and felt pity. hurriedly opened his mouth to explain

"I mean, this sugar ball is so precious, it must be used to the best of it, cherished it, and must not be wasted......"

"It's not a waste to give Qingyang food!" Mu Ziding blurted out decisively.

“…… Uh, okay! I can ask for it, but you can't change the amount you set for a year!" Thinking that Xiao Dingzi had traveled thousands of miles to find his aunt, half of those sugar pills were given to his aunt, presumably in his heart, the weight of his aunt, thinking of this, she immediately added.

"Don't change the amount you give your aunt, but you only have a few grains, uh, by the way, who is that person?" Mu Qingyang looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Well, it's... One, not big... Vital... The curtain flickered, and there was no positive answer.

"It's not important?!Since it's not important, then you will give him a few less?" Mu Qingyang said in his mouth, but he had a different idea in his heart, if such a precious thing as this "sugar ball" was really an insignificant person, how could he give it? Thinking of Xiao Dingzi's seemingly inconsistent answer, she didn't get to the bottom of it, presumably he should have something to do!

"Then I'll give the others a few fewer grains. Mu Ziding paused for a moment, stunned, and then simply responded to her.

"Okay!" Mu Qing smiled at the lips, and the two reached an agreement.

"Ah, Ah sneeze......" At this time, in the military camp of Water Moon City, Wang Ye Mu Xue Lun was sneezing again and again.

"King, be careful. The flower lang on the side was busy caring.

Sitting in front of the desk and watching something, Xue Lun disturbed his clothes and nodded lightly.

Today, he didn't feel unwell, but why was he sneezing again and again. Sighed and didn't think much about it.

"King Qiqi!" A masked black shadow suddenly appeared outside the door, as if it had fallen from the sky, and it came silently.

"Come in. King Chen said lightly, lowering a pair of deep eyes, and continued to look at the things on the table, without saying a word.

Hua Lang recognized the person, who was the secret guard trained by King Chen, and was designed for King Chen to deal with things other than his identity.

Ordinary things are handled by him, unless the matter is abnormal, or he wants to avoid him.

"Wang, Hua Lang ...... first" Thinking of this, Hua Lang opened his mouth to ask for it, and at the same time, he wanted to retreat in a hurry.

"You don't have to retreat!" King Chen anticipated his intentions, and opened his mouth coldly, interrupting what he wanted to say later.

"Yes. Hua Lang stood in place, but there was a trace of confusion in his heart, staying by the king's side at the same time as the secret guard, this is the first time, today's king seems to be a little different, thinking, Hua Lang is extra vigilant.