Seeing her like this, Wu Mo's heart was a little lighter, thinking that what happened in the Divine Domain last time didn't have much impact on her.

"Why doesn't Ben Jun know when Yue'er will have another brother?" Before Wu Mo could answer, Mu Jiuyuan spoke.

There is no emotional change in the voice, but anyone can hear the yin and yang weirdness in it.

My own brother is still there, but it was someone else's brother who called first.

Mu Jiuyuan thought unhappily in his heart, looking at Wu Mo's eyes becoming more and more unkind.

"Hee-hee, brother, hello-"

When Mu Jiuyue heard his brother's words, he immediately saluted him with a smile on his face.

Looking at her well-behaved and obedient appearance, Mu Jiuyuan's eyes softened involuntarily, but he still held a reserved posture and said as if he was dissatisfied: "Didn't you say that you won't come, your homework is done?" ”

As he spoke, Mu Jiuyuan glanced to the side, and someone immediately stepped forward and placed a seat beside him.

Mu Jiuyue sat on the seat by the way, and said coquettishly to Mu Jiuyuan: "It's done, it's done, Yue'er's hands hurt when I wrote." ”

Who knew that when he heard this, Mu Jiuyuan snorted lightly and said coldly: "It's today's day's homework, who wants you to rush to finish writing?" Hand pain is also due. I really don't know what's so unusual about this banquet, I haven't seen you active before, but this time I was noisy and had to come. ”

At the end of his speech, his eyes narrowly glanced at Wu Mo, and the meaning was self-evident.

Wu Mo also felt the sour taste that almost overflowed from Mu Jiuyuan's words, but remembered that Mu Xuan had said that Mu Jiuyuan's parents died when he was very young, and his only relative was his sister Mu Jiuyue, so he loved and doted on him very much.

Although there was such a thing as poison in the Divine Domain later, Mu Xuan suspected that this "love" was fake, but according to Wu Mo's current opinion, he didn't feel like it.

Mu Jiuyuan really loves his sister.

"Brother-" was squeezed by Mu Jiuyuan like this, Mu Jiuyue's face turned red, it was a girl who couldn't hide her thoughts, and couldn't help but glance at Wu Mo shyly and timidly.

Wu Mo looked at his nose and nose, and his face was cold and unresponsive.

Seeing this, Mu Jiuyue's eyes flashed a touch of loss, but Emperor Zun has always been like this, and she is also used to such a cold attitude, so she quickly adjusted her mood.

It stands to reason that Mu Jiuyuan, as the young monarch of Cloud City, should have started the banquet after he came, but now he has not moved, as if he is waiting for someone.

Wu Mo glanced at the guests on the field, most of them had already taken their seats, and there was only a row of independent seats left, empty and extremely eye-catching.

Inexplicably, Wu Mo remembered the team of white-robed and black-faced people he saw at the gate of Cloud City.

Wu Mo counted, and the vacant seats in the row were exactly ten, which happened to correspond to the number of people in that team.

Her hands tightened slightly.

After waiting for almost a cup of tea, there was finally a change at the entrance of the field.

"The Ghost Hall Messenger has arrived—"

The announcement was clear and loud, and Wu Mo and everyone on the field looked at the entrance together.

I saw ten people coming, all wearing white cloaks and black masks.

Their steps were neat and uniform, and it seemed that even the stride distance had been carefully measured, and they walked from a distance, and ten people were like one.

With their appearance, the atmosphere of the banquet suddenly became very eerie, and an indescribable gloomy feeling emanated from them.

As the name suggests, he is really like a messenger of the ghost hall, stepping on the breath of death.

(End of chapter)