But she didn't expect that Mo Xingjiu didn't say anything, just shook her head, signaling that she could change the topic.

A crisis was resolved.

Ji Li was glad in his heart, fortunately, Mo Xingjiu didn't have to ask an answer.

Until one day, when Mo Xingjiu finally knew what he had missed, even if he was as calm and calm as he was, he couldn't help but sigh.

That's when he learned to get to the bottom of everything.

Of course, there are countless ways to attract many rolls of eyes from his behavior.

With the easing of the relationship between the two people, a micro-service patrol was also arranged.

This was unthinkable before.

The little emperor was wearing a pale cyan robe, like a young student of this dynasty, and Mo Xingjiu was wearing clothes of the same color to follow her, which actually had a strange sense of matching.

Forgetful rafter silently retracted this thought, only to feel that he was really terrible.

Did Mo Xingjiu not clean him up for too long and let him float?

Or is it because of the lonely roar in his heart that has nowhere to put his presence?

Leng Buding shuddered, and looked at Mo Xingjiu's gaze that seemed to be unintentional, and once again warned himself that if he thought about this crazy idea again, he might have to tear down the bones later.

After all, the master he followed was extremely strict and prestigious, don't look at him usually silent, but sometimes a look can make people tremble.

Ji Li took a Tang man from a street vendor.

In the past, she would hide it, caring about the image of the little demon king, and pretending that she didn't like to eat candy, even if she wanted to eat it, she would send others to buy it for him, such as Huangfu Zhan.

But now, she already knows how high the probability of bumping into an acquaintance in these three thousand worlds can be?

It can be said that it is almost impossible.

So, what's the use of such a thing? She came to this experience except for Meng Po, who can know?

Who would have thought that the little demon known as the demolition maniac would quietly eat sugar man in the name of doing his own tasks?

Thinking like this, it was more natural for her to let Mo Xingjiu pay for it.

Mo Xingjiu actually took one too, looking at the little sugar man taken off the white sugar paper, the crystal clear sugar color was not enough to cause him any temptation.

But looking at the little emperor pretending to be reserved but couldn't help but smile, he was also a little funny in his heart.

After all, I was still a child, and I liked all these bells and whistles.

But I have to say that this little emperor is much cuter than when he starts to talk to him in the court and chokes on him.

He thought how good it would be if the little emperor had been obedient all the time.

The messy roads were cleared for him first, and he just had to follow the path he had prepared for him.

The little emperor should not have too many eyes, otherwise he will deal with others and deal with him, which is really not his intention.

Ji Li's voice sounded faintly: "Uncle Huang, do you like this in my hand, you have been staring at me for a long time." ”

In the end, it was the emperor who became a monk halfway, and he forgot to call himself, but fortunately, Mo Xingjiu was not like those old pedants, so he had to change her title, and just shook his head gently: "I don't eat." ”

Ji Li suddenly approached, and his tongue licked on the sugar man in his hand: "Sugar is very sweet." Her eyes were clear, and Mo Xingjiu couldn't even see the slightest impurity.