After almost a stick of incense to freshen up, a pretty figure appeared outside the tent.

Mu Xiaomeow pursed her lips, and her big watery eyes looked at the two princes who were sitting in the tent leisurely and leisurely sipping tea.

"Sure enough, people depend on their clothes." The evil and narrow eyes of the Northern Shadow looked at Mu Xiaomeow, who was refreshing and embarrassed, and was a little relieved.

"Hmph." Mu Xiaomeow embarrassedly concealed her sneer. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his little hand went straight to the crystal clear pastry on the table.

"Second brother is here to take you away." Bei Mingjue, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, and his handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed. The deep dark eyes seemed to be mixed with something, and fell on Mu Xiaomeow, who was gobbling up.

"Huh......?" Mu Xiaomeow nibbled on the pastry, and the appearance of a starving ghost reincarnated made Bei Mingsuo frown a little in disbelief.

"Mu Yuze misses Miss Mu very much." Bei Yingsuo said indifferently.

Mu Xiaomeow's busy little mouth stopped instantly, and her big eyes quickly looked at Bei Mingshuo: "Really?" Did he tell you? "There's anticipation, caution, even eagerness?

"Hmm."

Bei Mingshuo's inaudible snort, incomprehensible consideration, such a complex and diverse look deeply puzzled him.

She seemed to care about Mu Yuze very much.

"Ha Luha, I know the way." Mu Xiaomeow smiled with satisfaction, and her little face was full of joy. Stretched out a small hand stained with residue and grabbed the delicate and neat robe of the North Dead Shuttle.

Bei Mingshuo suddenly tightened his eyebrows, and his eyes stared directly at the simple and flawless little face, as if he wanted to find out something. When he touched Mu Xiaomeow's cunning eyes like stealing a fishy kitten, he suddenly understood.

It turned out to be deliberate.

"It's time to go." Bei Mingshuo stood up coldly, brushed Mu Xiaomeow's little hand away without a trace, and shook off the debris.

"Hmm." Bei Mingjue replied with a smile, glanced at Mu Xiaomeow reluctantly, and pulled his lips.

"Ah, Brother Jue will have a period later." Mu Xiaomeow waved her hand innocently, and her funny appearance made Bei Mingjue smile intently.

Bei Mingsuo secretly observed Bei Mingjue's expression, from joy to sadness. What kind of witch god trick does this Mu Xiaomeow really have? How many princes have fallen in love with each other?

It seems that he has to be on guard too.