Mu Xiaomeow clapped her hands, shook her little body and returned to her original position to continue to nibble on the fruits handed by the creek, and didn't look at the group of grass chickens, "Brother Shuo, since you are here, take them away, Xiaomeow still wants to continue sleeping." "It's obviously chasing people.

Bei Mingshuo's well-versed eyes quietly stayed on Mu Xiaomeow's body for a moment, and then leaned down and gently helped An Guifei, who was kneeling on the ground, up.

"Let's go, don't disturb the queen's rest." The plain words were full of the emperor's coercion and coercion, so they had to make those grass chickens look at each other, and they all led the maids away under the pretext of having something.

"Niangniang, you are so powerful." After this period of training, Xiaoxi gradually got rid of her submissive temperament, which made Mu Xiaomeow very pleased.

"That's, who called me your mother." Mu Xiaomeow said with a stinky fart, not feeling what narcissism is at all, and how to write narcissism. The corners of Xiaoxi's mouth twitched on the side of the look, Niangniang, can we be more reserved?

And the perpetrator still had a calm and calm mentality, lazily half leaning on the couch, chirping and chirping, and fell in love with Zhou Gong and his son in such a righteous and bright manner.

Xiaoxi shrugged her shoulders helplessly, and found a silk brocade that was carefully covered for Mu Xiaomeow, and she didn't let go of her exposed toes. After tidying up, he quietly exited the main hall, and ordered the guards guarding outside the main hall not to let people go in and disturb him, and he left.

The people on the couch suddenly opened their closed eyes, and suddenly they were incomparably bright, and no matter how much jewelry they compared to them, they would be eclipsed.

"Come out." He called softly, but there was not a trace of emotion in his tone.

Three black shadows appeared in front of Mu Xiaomeow's eyes, kneeling on the ground in a neat and orderly manner, and said in unison: "Master." "Apathy, extreme coldness.

Mu Xiaomeow caught a glimpse of the strange patterns on the black clothes of the three people, pressed her temples, and looked like a bitter melon: "The stinky old man sent you again." "It's not a question, it's a big yes.

Since this stinky old man became her nominal master three years ago, he would always send some subordinates to persuade her every once in a while. Temptation what? It's not for her to inherit his mantle and accommodate the sect he created, the legendary ruthless and brutal Rakshasa Gate. Everyone in the Rakshasa Gate is a first-class master, and they are specifically responsible for assassination, as long as the price is right, assassination will inevitably be carried out. Not to mention the vicious methods, the influence is also quite large, killing a person will definitely spread in the martial arts, it is a demon gate that is enough to threaten the martial arts sect, and there is no possibility of survival if it falls into their hands.

"Yes, please take over the place of the master." Again, the brush is brushed.

Not again......