"Oh?" Mu Xiaomeow suddenly chuckled, lowering her head so that people couldn't notice her expression, "It turns out that Brother Shuo is going to say this." There was no surprise, as if he had expected it, and all that came to mind was the smile like a flower.

Bei Mingsuo was stunned, and breathed a sigh of relief at Mu Xiaomeow's seemingly 'relieved' expression. After all, she's just a five-year-old girl, so how can she understand this? Come to think of it, maybe he was too worried.

"The second brother and sister can really see it." Bei Minglun half-squinted his fox-like eyes, and the faint light revealed from them should not be underestimated, and the playfulness at the corners of his mouth became more and more intense.

"Mrs. Yu and Mrs. Liang in Brother Lun's mansion are the most open-minded." Mu Xiaomeow didn't mind the anti-general army, at first Bei Minglun's attitude towards her depended on the emperor's uncle's orders, but now that the emperor's uncle has died, that attitude has naturally changed back to the original temperament.

"The second brother and sister are worthy of sharp teeth." Bei Minglun said stupidly, and his fiery gaze still revolved around Mu Xiaomeow. Ever since she had left her plan to deal with the floods, he had become more and more curious about what kind of intelligence and wisdom lay beneath the innocent skin.

Mu Xiaomeow glanced at him and stopped talking, and continued to play with her delicate little fingers 'innocently'.

Bei Mingjue, who has always been bold, also looked at Mu Xiaomeow with some pity, although she is still a child, she is also a person with a heart, so it is a little unfair to her, right?

As if sensing something, Mu Xiaomeow raised her delicate chin and looked directly at the North Soul Jue not far away, and the corners of her mouth quickly pursed a smile that was indifferent but could make people feel comfortable, but it also quickly dispersed and turned into nothingness.

"So you're agreeing?" Bei Mingshuo frowned at the sword, and his dark eyes silently formed a sharp sword, flashing on Mu Xiaomeow's body without the slightest hesitation.

"Huh?" Mu Xiaomeow pretended to blink her eyes in confusion, and then a trace of contempt seemed to slip in her calm and quiet eyes, and then she pulled the corners of her mouth and suddenly smiled happily.

Bei Shen Suo subconsciously touched his chest, only to feel a rampaging sullen breath pressing into his head, with a hint of horror. At that moment, he saw Mu Xiaomeow's bright smiling face, but it was just that cheek full of smiles, and there was nothing, this realization made him even more at a loss, as if he had done something wrong.

Although the princes sitting a few steps away did not look as uneasy as Bei Yingsuo, their deep and dark eyes were mixed with complexity and surprise.

In that short moment of laughter, the coldness and bloodthirstiness in Mu Xiaomeo's clear eyes, and the oppressive coercion made several people's chests feel suffocated.