Chapter 442: The Muno Family (2)

"Qin'er?" It seems that the Munuo family has found someone to replace the position of the saint of the butterfly?

Mu Nobi found out that because the lady of the hall master of the Hades Palace was really the daughter of Die'er, and then exposed too many things, so at the moment, he did not answer Youruo's questions immediately. Please search () to see the most complete! The fastest update

Yu Ruo also knew that Mu Nobi was frightened by her appearance for a while, so he would say something that was originally difficult.

"Uncle, I want to ask, is this Qin'er my aunt and sister?" Since it has something to do with butterflies, of course it has something to do with Youruo.

Youruo changed his words and successfully asked, Mu Nobi replied to Youruo, nodded twice, and said: "Qin'er is indeed your aunt, depending on her age, she is a few years younger than you." ”

Not? Youruo's sister-in-law is younger than Youruo, this..."Uncle, what is the relationship between Aunt Qin and my mother?" My mother didn't mention it. ”

It is very natural for you to call an uncle, and it is not raw at all.

"Hey." Mu Nuo is a member of the Mu Nuo family, how can he not know about the Holy Maiden? "Since your mother left the Miao Curse Holy Land, your grandfather and grandmother have been working hard to give birth to a child so that they can take the position of a saint who treats your mother."

After listening to Mu Nobi's words, Liu Ye's eyebrows instantly furrowed. Dare to love her Aunt Qin, this poor girl, born with the identity of a chess piece since birth?

But if you don't understand, why do you have to be the saint? Or is it not that he just wants to win the throne of the Holy Maiden, but he also wants the position of the Holy Son?

Now I figured it out again, who doesn't want to fight for benefits? The same goes for the Muno family.

"No wonder my mother didn't know about Aunt Qin's existence, it turned out that my mother had Aunt Qin after leaving the Miao Curse Holy Land for many years!" If you drag out the relationship between several people, it is unambiguous.

It's as if Butterfly has really woken up, and has really been by Yuruo's side to take care of her, informing her of her mother's family affairs.

In fact, it was just a vague imagination, and it happened that everything hit the right place again.

"Uncle, I'll tell you the truth, I really want to go to the Miao Curse Holy Land!" The beautiful eyes blinked, and the bewitching face had a hint of pure whiteness, which dazzled the eyes of Munobi.

Zhai Xiying was not dead standing next to him, and his index finger stabbed Youruo's back, signaling her not to use foxy tricks, he looked at it and wanted to get angry.

Youruo raised her head and looked at Zhai Xiying for a moment, and her eyes returned to Zhai Xiying: Am I playing a junior, okay? Playful juniors.

Zhai Xiying glared at Youruo angrily, and turned her eyes to Mu Nobi.

Mu Nobi was pondering at the time, and it was impossible for him to bring a non-Miao Curse Clansman back to the Miao Curse Holy Land for no reason.

Besides, he is still imprisoned in the Hades Palace!

"Uncle, can you take me back?" Hmph, if you want to go to the territory of Miao Mantra, you can smash Master Qiu's kennel well!

Munobi was able to speak, "As long as your mother is willing to go back with your uncle, you can naturally go back with you!" ”

Oh, so? Then you're not of much use!

"It depends on what my mother means, uncle, I'm sorry today, and I'll come back tomorrow!" Youruo calls herself Ruo'er, not Youruo.

Mu Nobi didn't expect the two of them to leave without saying anything to him, and even the Gu worms didn't fall on him, could it be because he was the uncle of the hall lord's wife, so?

Is it really Mu Nuo who thinks too much about it, didn't you say it, come back tomorrow?

Not long afterward, Youruo and Zhai Xiying left the room where they were 'detaining' Munobi.

didn't stop much at the Mancheng branch altar, and went out of the branch altar and returned to the carriage parked at the side of the market.

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