The thousand-year-old raccoon dog came closer, sniffed carefully, and turned his head away.
Mu Xiaobao looked at the chicken drumsticks in confusion and took a bite himself, "It tastes pretty good. Why do you dislike it so much?"
Shuixiao looked at the naughty raccoon dog, "Thousand-year-old raccoon dogs cannot eat ordinary food, they can only digest spiritual fruits."
"Is that so?" Mu Xiaobao glanced at Zhaocai sympathetically, and then he began to chew on the chicken legs without politeness. While eating, he said, "What a pity, it's really delicious."
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog does not feel sorry for losing a chicken leg.
Shuixiao glanced at the little silver raccoon dog. He took out a red black fruit and said to Mu Xiaobao, "I wonder if your friend will eat this."
"Master, that is... the Red Profound Fruit." Princess An Ning, who had just entered the door, looked in disbelief at the unsmiling Master of the Xiaoxiao Sect, who actually took out the Red Profound Fruit and fed it to a little beast.
The point is, that was Mu Lingbo's little beast! It was also the guy who stole the Bixuan Fruit from the Qin Kingdom.
"Of course I know what this is." Xiao Xiao's voice became deeper, with a hint of displeasure on his stern face, "This Red Mysterious Fruit has nothing to do with your going to Qin."
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog jumped from Mu Xiaobao's shoulder to the table, raised its tail and walked over carefully, calmly picked it up and returned to Mu Xiaobao's side.
Holding the fruit, he was happily facing An Ning, wiggling his neck and twisting his buttocks.
Princess An Ning looked away and whispered aggrievedly, "An Ning has no other meaning."
Lin Zichong said, "Uncle, the rooms have been settled."
Shuixiao nodded slightly, "I understand."
"Crack, click, click, click..." The thousand-year-old raccoon sat down on the table, holding the fruit and started chewing it.
Princess An Ning forced out a smile and said, "This little beast is really a blessing. Let the master of the door give it spiritual fruits."
Thousand-year-old raccoon dog was a little disdainful and not at all grateful.
The fruit is what it should be!
It ate half of it, looked at Mu Xiaobao, and then at the roast chicken that it despised, and suddenly felt that Xiaobao was so pitiful.
There is no fruit to eat, how miserable!
It hesitated for a moment and slowly handed over the remaining half.
But for Mu Xiaobao, the charm of fruit cannot be compared to chicken legs.
"It's okay to attract wealth. I have chicken legs! And Xiaobao has eaten a lot of Chixuan fruit. It doesn't matter if you eat it yourself." Mu Xiaobao smiled brightly.
Mu Lingbo raised his head with a smile, but there was a sharp cold light in his eyes, "Your Highness, Princess, are you here to share the meal?"
An Ning looked arrogant, "The master of the gate is our distinguished guest from Shang Qin. It is my princess's duty to entertain the master of the gate this time. Why bother to talk about it?"
"So, what I and my son are doing is not the master's meal, but the princess's meal?"
An Ning glanced at Miao Xiao's icy face and had to restrain herself, "It's just a meal, don't worry about it so much."
The people from the inn came over and set out the dishes and chopsticks for An Ning and Lin Zichong. An Ning sat down and asked casually, "I heard that Miss Mu is very familiar with our King Anluo from the Qin Kingdom?"
Mu Lingbo smiled and said nothing, and had no intention of answering.
After eating the fruit, the Thousand-year-old raccoon dog threw the core away with his head held high, and suddenly jumped across from An Ning, gesticulating and screaming, "嘤嘤", and he was very excited.
Apparently An Ning is the thorn in its flesh and the mastermind behind the fruit!
He didn't bring its fruit, but he still dared to sit down properly.
Now that it has Mu Xiaobao as its backer, of course it is not afraid of her!
