However, Muyan's character is too tough.
So much so that the people in Mo Ying often forget that their master is a beautiful girl.
Xiaobao said solemnly: "Mother is not the most beautiful, only prettier. Mother does not compare with other women."
There is no one in the world who can compare with his mother.
Women don't, and men don't!
Everyone in Moying laughed together.
Although they also know that the young lady is invincible, but the little master's Oedipus attribute is really clear at a glance.
No wonder the young master and uncle are always at war when they meet, wishing to kick each other away from the lady.
Only Chang Yu was in a trance, and the beautiful face of a girl plucking the strings and smiling lazily appeared in his mind.
Miss... Jun Muyan... Yes! Is there any woman more beautiful than her in the world
At least not in his mind.
In his heart, it is like a goddess of the nine heavens, an existence that can only be seen from a distance and cannot be coveted.
At least... at least he can still stay by Miss's side, watch her guard her from a distance.
With a trace of bitterness and longing in his blank eyes, he swept across the mountains and fields.
Suddenly, a brilliant light flashed across his eyes.
Chang Yu collected himself and walked towards the direction of the light.
Soon, a flower hidden in the grass appeared in front of his eyes.
The flower is very small, but extremely beautiful, the branches and leaves swaying gently in the breeze, exuding a moving color.
The brilliance of that moment just now is because of its transformation from one color to another.
Preserving beauty flower, I found it.
Chang Yu turned around and was about to call Xiaobao.
But on the other side of the mountain, a white-haired old man and a pretty but flustered girl were walking towards Xiaobao.
"Young master, my grandfather and the guards at home were separated, and now we are hungry and thirsty, can you please give us something to eat?"
The delicate girl looked at Xiaobao expectantly, her slightly pale face and chapped lips meant that she was really thirsty.
The girl even lightly licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue, and cast her eyes on everyone in Moying, who looked so indescribably pitiful.
The old man supported by her was also out of breath, and looked like he might faint at any moment.
Such a pair of grandparents, no matter what man sees, he can't help but pity them.
Let alone a naive child of four or five years old.
Xiao Bao glanced at them with his blue eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Come here."
The girl was overjoyed, and the pride and contempt flashed away in her eyes.
But showing gratitude, he helped the old man walk towards Xiao Bao, saying repeatedly: "Thank you, young master, thank you, young master, for your kindness, we..."
However, the next moment, that immature but indifferent voice interrupted her, "Kill!!"
With just one word, everyone in Mo Ying, including Chang Yu not far away, moved in unison.
At the same time, Xiaobao also shot.
The thick profound energy and fierce killing move rushed towards the young girl and the white-haired old man.
"Bastard!" The girl couldn't dodge in time, and was stabbed directly by Chang Yu's sword. Although she avoided the vital point, a bloodstain was still drawn on her waist.
The white-haired old man reacted much faster than the girl, but Xiaobao's sword was also much stronger than Chang Yu's.
On his face, chest and thighs, Xiaobao's sword energy had drawn several scars, and blood poured out.
"Hehe, Junior Sister Wu, I told you a long time ago, don't underestimate Jun Muyan, and her little bastard. You must believe that you can handle it by yourself, but now... have you suffered?"