Zhao Wuwu was waiting in the flower hall of the celebrant supervisor, Mu Baili saw the plain white and tender hands again, why did he feel more and more fond of it? It should be chopped up and kept in the treasure storehouse.

After the tea was served, everyone retreated.

Zhao Wuwu put the fox fur on the table, and then glanced at Mu Baili indifferently, "Thank you Lord for your kindness last time, and now the original thing is returned." The overseer can inspect it by himself, and if there is any damage, Zhao will compensate in full. ”

Mu Baili took a sip of tea and smiled gently, "Why should Lord Zhao be polite, I'm afraid I have to help with this cold hand." Why don't you chop it down for you, what does Lord Zhao think? ”

Zhao Wuwu was not annoyed, it was still the original light breeze, "Although my hands are useless, I will use them!" Don't bother the Overseer to keep it properly! ”

"Lord Zhao thinks the tea of the celebrant is not delicious?" Mu Baili changed his words.

She has a lack of body, so she rarely drinks tea. Glancing lightly at the jade cup in front of him, Zhao Wuwu coughed lightly, "I don't drink tea." "The tea is cold and hurts her body, doesn't it kill her if she drinks it again?

She knew that Mu Baili did it on purpose, and she also understood that it was forcing her to speak.

"If that's the case, there's not much to say." Mu Baili gave an eviction order.

"Why bother if you don't speak dark words in front of you?" Zhao Wuwu's slender and white fingertips gently played with the lid of the cup, and the rounded fingertips slid on the rim of the cup intentionally or unintentionally, making a subtle sound.

Mu Baili seemed to be smiling, got up and walked towards her, "I should ask Lord Zhao about this." ”

With a pause in his hand, Zhao Wuwu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Mu Baili looked at her with gloomy eyes, but at the age of seventeen or eighteen, he had cultivated a deep state, and his style of acting was old and capable. An opponent like her, whoever dares to underestimate it will have bad luck.

"I heard that the Overseer has recently received a lot of Buddhist beads." Zhao Wuwu narrowed his eyes, and there was no other expression on his plain white face except a faint smile.

On the back of his hand, he was slightly teased, and Zhao Wuwu was silent.

Mu Baili's fingertips gently rubbed the back of Zhao Wuwu's silky hand, this touch really erodes the bones, and it makes people reluctant to give up. He stood behind her, leaning forward slightly, his warm breath squirting into her ear. The voice of magnetic weight, with a sultry charm, "Lord Zhao's six roots are not pure, I'm afraid I can't touch these Buddhist things!" ”

Zhao Wuwu tried his best to restrain himself, glanced at the hand wrapped in his palm, and smiled coldly, "The Overseer has killed countless people, why can't I touch it?" We are all the same kind of people, so why do we distinguish between you and me? ”

Hearing this, Mu Baili smiled.

He admits that he has killed countless people, but no one dares to speak out in front of him.

This Zhao Wuwu is really getting more and more damned.

A pair of hands rested on Zhao Wuwu's shoulders and pressed down with a slight gravity.

Zhao Wuwu's mind is very good, but this body has always been weak, and it can withstand the toss. She obviously felt the pain, but she was stubborn, she didn't say a word, and her face didn't change.

"Lord Zhao is telling this seat, we are our own people? What is in this seat is also your thing? Well? "Mu Baili's tail is long, and the timbre is beautiful.

He stood behind her, she couldn't see his expression clearly at the moment, and couldn't spy on what Mu Baili meant.

"It's a good thing to be able to get into the eyes of the Overseer. Zhao is a layman, and he is used to being interested in these things, but he makes the overseer laugh. Zhao Wuwu took a deep breath and tried his best to keep his inner composure, "The fox fur has been returned, and the Teaching Workshop Division still has something to deal with urgently, so I won't bother the overseer." Leave! ”

She wanted to get up, but Mu Baili was pressed back on the stool and couldn't move.

"Does the Overseer want to keep me?" Zhao Wuwu is not worried about Mu Baili's move, this is the palace, her Zhao Wuwu's identity is resting there, and it is not that Mu Baili can kill if he wants to. She just couldn't guess that Mu Baili deliberately left a message last time to bring her over, and now he doesn't want to mention it, what else does he want to take out from her?

"The year is over, what are you doing with Lord Zhao? There is no shortage of warmers in this seat. Mu Baili's hand gently caressed her neck, as if to strangle her.

Zhao Wuwu's body stiffened, and he quickly stroked his throat.

It's not that she's afraid of death, but there are some places that must not be touched.