It's just that Yuan Bao knows that he can't cry.

Because, she didn't have time.

Thinking of this, Yuan Bao didn't care about the back of his nose and head and the headache of the upper and lower bones all over his body, and immediately got up from the ground again.

"Mo, His Royal Highness the Winged King......"

Yuan Bao opened his mouth, wanting to call Mo Junyi's name as usual.

Because before, she was like this, calling Mo Junyi directly.

It's just that Yuan Bao also knows that this time is different from the past. She is no longer the little fox that Mo Junyi carefully protects in his arms.

Ordinary people like her, if they dare to call His Royal Highness King Wing directly, it is arrogant and disrespectful.

Just when Yuan Bao thought so in his heart, the teary-eyed gaze fell straight on the man in red who was riding on a high-headed horse.

Either the sky saw that she was pitiful, or Mo Junyi heard her call, and saw the man who was originally galloping forward, pulling the reins in his hand, and with a long neighing of the horse, the horse finally stopped.

Looking at the red-clothed man who stopped in front of him and pulled the reins tightly on horseback, Yuanbao's nose was sour, and his eyes were suddenly in a fog.

Looking at the blurred vision, Yuan Bao couldn't help but blink his big eyes fiercely, and blinked away the tears in his eyes, because the tears were too eye-catching, and she couldn't see Mo Junyi anymore.

She has been looking forward to it for so many days, thinking about it for so many days, and the man she has been thinking about is now in front of her.

How she wished that time could be frozen at this moment, so that she would never have to be separated from Mo Junyi again.

With hope throbbing in his heart, Yuan Bao looked at the man on horseback with teary eyes.

Obviously, there are a thousand words to say in my heart, but at this moment, the ingot's throat seems to be stuffed with cotton wool, leaving only obscure and choked, but he can't say a word.

Compared to looking at Mo Junyi's speechless ingot, Mo Junyi just looked indifferent, looking down at the young man standing in front of him.

The boy was young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his body was thin, as if he would be blown down if the wind was stronger.

The young man was only wearing a coarse linen robe and carrying a small burden on his shoulders.

He had long black hair, but he was lightly tied into a ponytail with a simple hairband, tied back his head, and lined his face...... It's ugly!

Right!

It's ugly!

The boy was small and full of embarrassment, especially the face.

The dust and mud on his face, mixed with the tears that kept falling, made the boy look like a dirty little kid playing with mud, dirty and embarrassed.

Mo Junyi has always had a serious habit of cleanliness, but now, looking at the young man's embarrassed, dusty, and dirty little face, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Although Mo Junyi didn't speak, it was just that the slightest dislike revealed between his eyebrows and eyes was not difficult to hide.

Seeing this, Yuan Bao only felt a 'bang', as if a basin of cold water was poured down, freezing her heart!

Mo Junyi is disgusted with her now?

Just, why?

Why does Mo Junyi dislike her?

She never imagined that she had been looking forward to it for so long and would finally be able to meet Mo Junyi again.

Just now, she also gave up all her courage and planned to be desperate, even if she lost the bet and ended up in pieces, she wanted to tell Mo Junyi the truth.

Tell Mo Junyi that she is his little fox ingot.