I remember how elegant Mo Shangqian looked when he was eating pheasant last night, and I know that he is very good and cannot be possessed by evil spirits.
"Sister, please don't be too happy too soon. In my opinion, Master is still not in a good mood today!" Xiaobao replied with a smile. He had an intuition that his chatty Master would not be able to return to normal for a while. Maybe for a while.
, Mo Shangqian will not utter another word.
"You must have done something to make Master unhappy." Bao'er looked at Mo Shangqian again and suddenly felt that something was wrong with him.
Maybe Xiaobao was right, Mo Shangqian was still in a bad mood.[
If that's the case, it would be a little difficult to keep Mo Shangqian in a good mood.
"In my opinion, the master must be unhappy because of my sister." Xiaobao pursed his lips and smiled, feeling that this was more likely.
Mo Shangqian has always made no secret of his love for his mother, so when he recalled this, he was hit by some kind of blow that made him unable to think about it for a moment, right?
The problem was that they were together all the time, and he didn't see what his cute little mother said or did to irritate Mo Shangqian.
That being the case, where the problem lies remains to be discussed.
Time passed slowly, and the three masters and apprentices climbed to the top of the mountain. Until the afternoon, there was still no sign of Mo Shangqian opening his mouth.
Bao'er thought for a while and decided to use a trick to get Mo Shangqian to speak.
She is the mother and Xiaobao is the baby. As an adult, how can she lose to her own child? This is very shameful. She still has to win this bet so that she can have enough authority when she disciplines Xiaobao in the future.
"Master, are you thirsty?" Bao'er approached Mo Shangqian and asked.
Mo Shang glanced at her, said nothing, and continued to climb up on his toes.
"Master must be very tired, right? Hasn't Master never experienced hardship? After crawling for so long, you must be too tired to talk, right?" Bao'er said, poured some spiritual spring, put it in a bamboo tube, and handed it to Mo Shang.
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Mo Shangqian took it unceremoniously and drank it all in one gulp. He drank the water very quickly.
After Mo Shangqian drank the Lingquan, he threw the bamboo tube on the ground.
Bao'er looked at Mo Shangqian's back and stared hard, hard, wishing he could poke a hole in his back.
But Mo Shangqian walked forward without looking back, as if he didn't notice that she was angry.
Damn stinky man. No matter how much he changes, if he still doesn't please her, he just knows how to make her angry.
If you don't talk, don't talk. What's the big deal? She and her little baby continued to talk.
Thinking of this, Bao'er was no longer angry. She caught up with Xiaobao, held hands with him, and talked about the weather.
"Xiaobao, the weather is not good today, there are dark clouds." Baoer smiled and looked at her lovely son. Although she is a mother, Xiaobao is taller than her. Now he is a head taller. She must look up to her family.
Dear son.[
When Xiaobao heard this, he looked at Jiaoshi hanging in the air. Is this also called dark clouds?
It must have been his perverted father and master who made his mother angry, so his mother didn't like anything he saw.
"What my sister said is that the weather today is indeed not very good." Xiaobao didn't dare to say otherwise, and replied following Bao'er's words.
Bao'er looked into the air again and murmured: "That's right, why is this happening?! God doesn't open his eyes, I curse it!"
Xiaobao sweated.
He is too brave to dare to go against God.
After that, Bao'er listed all the things on the mountain that she didn't like. Of course, among all the things, Mo Shangqian was included.
