It only took a moment of thought for her to understand something.

It's just that she still pretends not to know: [What's wrong with cutie? The belly pocket is also a ...... clothes]

【Wow woo woo ......】

Bu Meng pumped and said: [No, it's not...... People apply for a set of children's clothes from their superiors, but they laugh at others and only throw a belly pocket to others......]

[Return...... What else do you say that the child paper is bare-fed / fart cute...... Whew, what's cute! I'm ashamed to ......]

Mo Jiuhua: [......] Poof.

【…… Okay, okay, my little cutie, I know you're like this because you're too shy, actually, you know that the superiors who laugh at you don't mean it, right? 】

[Okay, don't cry, okay? It's really not good, when I come back from this plane, I'll teach you how to switch back and forth between the human form and the milk dog form, okay? 】

Hearing this, Bu Meng soaked, and said in a aggrieved tone: [Really? 】

Mo Jiuhua's tone was serious, [Really. 】

【Hmm......】

Bu Meng waved her little fleshy hand to wipe away the small tears under her eyes, and after coming back to her senses, she suddenly replied shyly: [Little sister is so good......]

[Poof! 】

Mo Jiuhua only felt extremely funny.

[That's right, little sister.] 】

Bu Meng suddenly thought of her current situation, and was a little worried: [You are trapped in this sand sculpture now, do you want me to help......]

[No need for cutie.] 】

Mo Jiuhua chuckled and rejected his kindness, [Do you think your host and I can be trapped by such a gadget? 】

Bu Meng tilted his head, [Hmm...... No. 】

The young lady is super powerful.

Mo Jiuhua hooked the corners of his lips, and just wanted to use force to shake off the layer of sand wrapped around his body, but he didn't want two people to suddenly appear not far away.

The leader is dressed in white, with a face like jade, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a cold temperament, and in those clear eyes like ink, he can't stop being indifferent and ruthless, as if everything has never been put into his eyes.

The pair of ruddy thin lips were pursed tightly, and he walked calmly in the direction where Mo Jiuhua was.

Even if he was surrounded by yellow sand, it was difficult to lower his clean and cold temperament.

On the contrary, this small desert has a different meaning because of his arrival.

The young man in white was followed by a young man with a burden, dressed in a linen-colored short suit, and a delicate-looking young man, who seemed to be his follower.

At this time, the attendant suddenly exclaimed, pointed in the direction of Mo Jiuhua and said to his son: "Son, look, there is a human-shaped sand sculpture there, otherwise let's go and rest there, it's evening now, you've been gone for a day, you must be tired......"

Seeing this, the man in white still looked at him without waves, his expression remained unchanged, but his steps paused slightly, as if he was thinking.

"Yes."

"Okay! Childe, please! ”

As he spoke, the master and servant came towards Mo Jiuhua.

Looking at the sand sculptures on the ground where he couldn't see the men and women clearly, the young man only hesitated slightly for two seconds, then turned around and sat down directly, leaning lightly on Mo Jiuhua.

And his little attendant sat in front of the boy very interestingly.

"Young Master, are you hungry? Thirsty? Would you like something? ”

As he spoke, the little attendant was about to open the burden in his hand, but was stopped by the young man.

"Not necessarily."

"Okay, keep the little one first, and say it later when you want to eat and drink."

The young man's tone was still waveless: "Hmm." ”

After speaking, he closed his eyes and rested very relaxed against the "sand sculpture" behind him.

And the little attendant also looked tired, and sat cross-legged with his baggage, lowered his head and began to rest.