Mu Lingbo looked at it expressionlessly, silently moved a little to the side, and glanced sideways at the Thousand-Year-Old Raccoon Dog to remind it, "Hey, this is my cushion, there is a charge..."
Qianqian raccoon dog didn't understand, so he just rubbed the cushion back and forth.
Mu Xiaobao touched his chin and thought for a while, "Mother, it won't make money."
Mu Lingbo raised the corner of his mouth, "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to make money, you can exchange it for other things."
His eyes glanced at the grain of the thousand-year-old raccoon dog.
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog immediately pounced on the package and hugged it tightly.
Mu Lingbo took a look and said, "It seems there are a little more than before. It turns out that it ran away to find other food..."
Mu Xiaobao immersed himself in acting coquettishly, "Mother, I am your son! You don't have to calculate so clearly!"
"Brothers settle accounts clearly. Didn't my mother teach you this principle since you were a child?" Mu Lingbo said nonchalantly, still looking at the food of the thousand-year-old raccoon dog.
"Although it is true to say so, doesn't Xiaobao always honor his mother?"
"Filial piety is filial piety, renting a mat is renting a mat."
Obviously Mu Xiaobao is not surprised by this at all. Who knows that he himself is also a money addict.
It seems that the Thousand-year-old Raccoon Dog has only one friend here.
As he spoke, the thousand-year-old raccoon dog jumped high with a sharp "嘤——".
Two pairs of eyes followed the thousand-year-old raccoon dog, and Mo Jiuling took out a Xiaoxiang fruit from its small treasure house at some point.
"I'll take a piece of fruit from you as compensation for not eating you today." He said slowly while wiping the fruit clean.
After jumping just now, the thousand-year-old raccoon dog landed on the soft cushion again, looking at the big devil with eyes full of resentment.
A charming smile appeared on Mo Jiuling's lips, and she threw the Xiaoxiang fruit in her hand towards Mu Lingbo, "Here you go."
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog's eyes followed the path of Xiaoxiang Guo all the way to Mu Lingbo's hand.
The little sharp-mouthed "嘤嘤嘤嘤" kept screaming in frustration, but he didn't have the ability to snatch it back.
Mu Xiaobao lamented and touched the thousand-year-old raccoon dog's head, "Just think of this as rent for them. Don't worry, it doesn't matter even if you finish eating the fruit. We still have to go to many places, and we can still
Find more new fruits!"
When the thousand-year-old raccoon dog heard this, he immediately felt a lot of comfort.
Leaning crookedly on Mu Xiaobao's arm, he watched sadly as the woman ate his favorite food one bite at a time.
Uh-huh, so sad, painful and desperate!
You must follow them to where there are many fruits and grab them all!
"By the way, Xiaobao, why don't you give your new friend a name?"
Mu Xiaobao looked down at it and scratched his temples with his fingers, "What's your name?"
"嘤嘘嘤,嘤嘤,嘤嘤嘤,嘤嘤嘤嘤,嘤嘤嘤..." Thousand-year-old raccoon dog said actively.
Mu Xiaobao's eyes lit up, "Yes, can I ask you to attract wealth?"
Thousand-year-old raccoon dog tilted his head and looked at him, listening to Mu Xiaobao continue to speak.
"Wealth means you will have a lot of money, and having a lot of money means you can buy a lot of fruits. In the future, Xiaobao will have a lot of money, and you will have a lot of fruits. Isn't that great!"
And to attract wealth and treasure, he is a treasure!
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog rolled his eyes and immediately hit it off with him, almost holding hands with his paws and wanting to dance.
Mu Lingbo rolled his eyes silently and leaned against the wooden board next to him.
Her son is really good at naming, are you really embarrassed to tell others in the future?
Hello everyone, this is my friend, he is an awesome thousand-year-old raccoon dog, his name is Lucky...
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