Si Jitian baby snapped his fingers: "That's it!"

And so—

"Master Luo, do you have a mirror?"

"The subordinate is not a woman, how can there be such a thing."

"Naluo Junshi, do you have a comb?"

"Yes." Even men have to comb their hair every day.

What's more, Luo Yunhe is also a full-time housekeeper, and he is personally responsible for the grooming of Si Jitian.

Luo Yunhe took out a rhinoceros horn wooden comb.

"Hongu will come by himself."

Si Jitian found a puddle on the street of the black market, squatted down, used it as a mirror in front of the puddle, combed his hair a little messy, and combed it into a symmetrical left and right, not messy.

"It was just perfect."

Si Jitian stood up, handed the comb back to Luo Yunhe, and put on a face that he thought was very serious, "How?" ”

"Your Highness is very handsome." Luo Junshi smiled

"Just handsome?"

"Your Highness is the first handsome in the world, very perfect." Luo Junshi kept smiling, revealing eight white teeth.

"Hey, hey, hey." Si Jitian was very happy, but he was also happy, and after three seconds, a handsome face collapsed, "It would be nice if Miss Mu thought so too." ”

Luo Junshi's facial muscles stiffened; "Your Highness, you have only known each other for the first day, so don't be impatient."

Si Jitian was immediately appeased, and said: "What the military advisor said makes sense, there are many battles, and it will take several years to fight." Hongu has a hundred years of perseverance and perseverance! ”

At the end, as if he felt that it was not enough, he added, "If a hundred years is not enough, then a thousand years!" 10,000 years! ”

The corners of Luo Yunhe's eyes twitched, and he slandered in his heart: It's as if you can really live that long, master, you are too naïve and idealistic.

"Come on, Your Highness, your subordinates support you!"

"Hongu went."

Si Jitian measured it, took Mu Qianyan's pawn shop as the center, took the pawn shop to the left and the right ten meters, and added up to twenty meters as the distance, and began to tirelessly move back and forth.

The baby walks over.

The baby walks over.

The Killing Baby walked over again, and when he passed by the pawn shop, he threw a wink at Mu Tianyan inside.

Uh, no response.

The wink was thrown into the air.

The Killing Baby walked back again, and when he passed by the pawn shop, he threw a second wink at the girl Mu inside.

Well, it's been ignored again.

The wink was thrown to Wangwang.

The baby never knew what discouragement was, so I walked over and threw my eyes; I walked over and winked again.

In this way, until it was dark, I don't know how many back and forth, I threw my eyes and cramped, and the girl Mu in the store still didn't react.

Mu Qianyan was sorting out antiques at first, then sorting out account books, and finally being bored, he sat down cross-legged directly on the bench of golden silk nanmu, and began to meditate with his eyes closed, surrounded by all the crimson streamers that seemed to be nothing, obviously practicing some advanced exercises.

In fact, she knew that the retarded person had been there.

As an existence whose cultivation surpassed almost everyone in this one-star continent, even if he didn't open his eyes, Mu Tianyan could clearly and unmistakably feel the creature with the pawn shop as the center, with a radius of thousands of miles.

What's more, that mentally retarded breath is so unique, so imminent, it's hard to ignore.

Mu Tianyan didn't understand it.

What is the purpose of this mentally retarded prince approaching himself so deliberately?