"How many times have I said it, I don't have time to care about this, that stinky old man doesn't want to throw away the mess and go to the mountains and rivers by himself." Mu Xiaomeow's eyes turned white angrily, and she gritted her teeth and said.

"But the master ......" The man in black still didn't give up and wanted to persuade, but he was suddenly frightened by Mu Xiaomeow's sharp eyes. From the first time I saw Mu Xiaomeow, I knew that she was definitely not a thing in the pool, and she knew more thoroughly than anyone else at a young age, and it always made people wonder if she should be an old goblin, but unfortunately there was no basis.

"Ugh." Mu Xiaomeow frowned, and gently swept over the three of them, and a strange look flashed, "That's it, stay in the middle, and you can go back to your life." With that, the bracelet was on his chest, waiting for their next move.

The three black-clothed people were stunned, and the two people standing on either side nodded, and then quickly disappeared in place, like a gale.

"What's your name?" Curiously, he looked at the handsome and extraordinary black-clothed man in front of him with shining eyes, and he secretly liked that there were really a lot of handsome men in this Rakshasa Gate, in fact, if he took it, he wouldn't suffer, but now it's just troublesome.

"South Night." Decisive and crisp, without dragging the mud and water.

Mu Xiaomeow touched her nose with satisfaction, looked at the handsome face exposed by the cold air in the southern night, and couldn't help but compare it with the North Secret Suo. Both of them are cold control, but it's a pity that the cooling of the North Soul Shuttle is not as pure as the South Night, and a single glance can make people cold to the heart. It is completely a must-have artificial air conditioner in the summer season, Mu Xiaomeow's cunning smile, what festival, what lower limit is a floating cloud.

"Good name, you will be my personal guard in the future, and you can come out to protect it in the bright light." As a matter of course, he took care of himself and lifted the brocade quilt, leaned on the back of his head with his hands staggered, and his half-squinted phoenix eyes looked a little amorous.

Various? How can such a word be used in a five-year-old?

Nan Ye convulsed, did he read too few books or did he make a mistake in aesthetics? Shaking his head, he shook away those messy thoughts, and quietly stood aside like a log staring at Mu Xiaomeow's half-asleep state.

"Nanye, if you keep looking at me like this, I'll be too shy to sleep." Suddenly, a childish voice resounded in the hall, with a bit of ridicule.

Nanye's thin lips squirmed, and her calm and waveless eyes trembled gently at this time, pushing up a burst of water lines.

A wooden chair exploded in an instant, creating a dotted mist.

Mu Xiaomeow pursed her lips and looked at Nanye sadly, "You are so rude." "Tsk, Nanye's temper is still so big.

The glass cups on the table turned into dust in the blink of an eye, and even the wooden table had slight cracks.

"Damn, my money."

'Knock'......