"This girl talks and sends penguin numbers, and we add friends to each other and video chat. ”

When he saw this sentence, Mu Bai was stunned for a moment and replied, "What is the Penguin?"

"Are you from the mountains? I don't even know about penguins? It's a communication tool that can voice and video chat, give you three minutes, and if you don't sleep with me, my penguin number is 3303..."

Mu Ling, the Wenren of the Imperial Palace, kept rolling his eyes.

Her emotions came and went quickly, in just a few minutes, and accepted the reality that she had lost.

Originally, she also thought about breaking her promise and ran away directly.

But the excellent education instilled by the royal family since she was a child made her still bite the bullet and promised her intended object.

Mu Bai suddenly realized.

This penguin has been very popular in the past two years, and it can be hung on a computer or a mobile phone.

However, Mu Bai had only heard of it, and he did not have a registration number.

So, he immediately opened the Penguin website, registered an account, and then had a hard time setting a username.

"What's it called?"

Mu Bai pondered for a while, then typed in the five words 'white clothes dyed frost flower', and then wrote in his personal signature: Sword Qi spans 30,000 li and a sword light is cold in 19 continents, this pair of poems.

After doing this, he immediately added the number that Wen Ren Mu Ling said before.

After prompting each other to be friends, Wen Ren Mu Ling sent a pop-up video invitation.

No matter how stupid Mu Bai was, he knew that after the beginning of this video, the other party could see him, so he unplugged the computer's camera.

Appearing on the computer screen was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

Wearing cartoon raccoon pajamas, his skin is snow-white, and his face is delicate and cute.

The room she was in was dressed in a two-dimensional way, with a pink background, and on the sofa at the back, there were many adult-sized dolls and a very chic skirt.

"Hey, why do I feel so familiar with this chick, as if I've seen it somewhere? Isn't this the second princess of Huaxia who hears people and admires the Ling? Why is this little girl?"

When he saw the girl's appearance, Mu Bai's eyes were stunned, and he suddenly realized.

He really knew Wen Ren Mu Ling, and he was still very impressed, because a year ago, under the strong persecution of his grandfather, Mu Bai had to go to the palace every week to donate blood.

And everyone who hears it will be staring at it from the side.

But I haven't seen her for more than a year, and the little girl has grown up a lot, and she has become more and more beautiful, so Mu Bai only felt familiar.

At the same time, I also understood why people were so wealthy, and they brushed 100 million in the live broadcast room without blinking.

The Chinese royal family, rich in the world, not to mention other industries, there are dozens of listed companies alone.

Wait a minute...

Wenren Muling is the second princess, isn't her sister the eldest princess, isn't Wenren Muyue the summoning spirit of Chang'e?

Thinking of this, Mu Bai broke out in a cold sweat.

Because a year ago, they matched each other's personalities and were once engaged.

And after a few blood transfusions, because Mu Yue became more and more ill, Mu Bai packed his baggage overnight and fled.

Of course, this is the irresponsible behavior of the predecessor.

It has nothing to do with the current Mubai.

But after all, this matter has deeply hurt Wenren Muyue, if Wenren Muling knows that the person who wants her to call her father is herself?

This little girl will definitely chase after her with a big knife.

"In this way, Wenren Muyue and I have been married twice?

Mu Bai frowned and muttered.

Suddenly he remembered something else.

Wen Ren Muyue has been wearing a veil since she was a child, no matter what occasion she is on or who she meets.

This also made it rumored in the aristocratic circles of the entire imperial capital that Muyue was very ugly, and the ugly ones did not dare to show their true faces.

In my memory, during those days of blood transfusion, they were also separated by a veil, and when Wen Ren Muyue fainted while lying on the bed, he also wore a veil.

"Isn't this Wen Ren Muyue really ugly, what is the ugly birthmark on his face? Otherwise, why do you have to wear a veil when you lie in bed and sleep?"

The more Mu Bai thought about it, the more it was like that.

Because according to the logic of normal people, even if you smell Muyue and look ugly, after all, the identity is there, who dares to make irresponsible remarks about her?

The only explanation is that it is very ugly, so ugly that after putting on makeup, there is no way to show people.

"Hey, who's who... Why don't you speak?"

Seeing that Mu Bai's video was pitch black, and it was very quiet, Wen Ren Mu Ling asked directly with the microphone.

"What's who's who?, it's not big or small, it's called Dad, and besides, Chang'e is you, not your own sister?"

This is not that Mu Bai deliberately took advantage of the other party, but when he was brushing before, he heard that Mu Ling himself said it, and he lost and called the other party's father.

"Well, it's my own sister..."

Wen Ren Mu Ling's face was hesitant, and finally admitted.

"Does your sister have a birthmark on her face, does she smell like a fox on her body?"

The reason why Mu Bai is so sure is because in addition to having a very ugly birthmark on his face, even if she is an ugly girl who is revenged, she can see people with a little dress and makeup.

Except for birthmarks that cannot be covered.

Also, every time he goes to the palace for blood transfusion, the palace where Muyue lives will be lit with all kinds of good-smelling incense.

This made Mu Bai very suspicious, in addition to being extremely ugly, Mu Yue was also extremely smelly.

"No..."

Wen Ren Mu Ling shook his head, his face full of doubt.

"No, did you misjudge, or did you hear that someone was lying to you?"

Mu Bai frowned and said, "Little girl, you don't seem to be very honest, I'll give you five minutes to put on the dress on the sofa and dance while thinking about how to answer." ”

Mu Bai typed these words heavily.

He doesn't have any special hobbies, and the reason why he lets his family dance is nothing more than because the other party made Mu Bai bleed profusely, and it cost 200 million in an hour!

"What? That dress is my game's character outfit, it's very revealing, no, no..."

Mu Lingqiao's face instantly turned red like a cherry, and the head of the mantis shook like a rattle.

"You just typed in the live broadcast room, saying that you will listen to me if you lose, right? I just asked you to dance at the moment, and I didn't threaten you to talk, which is already very face-saving. ”

Mu Bai continued typing.

"Well, that's okay, you wait..."

Wen Ren Mu Ling endured his anger, turned off the video, and about five minutes later, changed into the dress.

She has two cat ears on her head, her pretty cheeks are painted with fancy makeup, and her hair stands upside down like a broom, colorful, like a peacock's feather crown, revealing an evil and bewitching temperament.

She was wearing a long orchid skirt dotted with white dots, the long skirt stretched up, blooming like petals, wrapping the girl's breasts, the suspender belt tied her slender shoulders, and a pair of swan wings swaying with her movements.

With the sound of loud music.

The girl moved her long legs, fluttering like a beautiful butterfly, writhing like a graceful wicker, and the beauty was intoxicating.

"Wen Ren Mu Ling, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, playing role-playing, and your voice is so loud, are you sick??"

At this moment, a girl's angry voice sounded at the door.

"Sister..."

Wen Ren Mu Ling maintained a rotating posture, stared at the door, and turned into a sculpture.

And Mu Bai also saw the figure at the door through the video.

It was a young girl in her early twenties, holding a tray of ginseng soup in her hand, her figure was good, exquisite, but her face was not flattering, except for a blood-red birthmark, and it was also a big bucktooth.

"Damn, that's true... Lao Tzu would rather marry a pig than marry this Chang'e, it's a loss of conscience!"

Mu Bai burst into a foul language, posted four expressions in a row, and turned off the video directly.