"Mo Jiuling, how far do you want to go in circles with me?"
Mo Jiuling crossed her legs and said casually, "I'm not used to being so concerned about me all of a sudden. It's better for you to pretend to be indifferent to me."
"Who is pretending?" Mu Lingbo glared at him fiercely, feeling that it was too difficult to really ask something from this person, "If you don't want to say it, just come down!"
Mo Jiuling's eyes seemed to see through her, "The three spirit beads were almost all given by me. You don't want this favor, so you want to find out my situation and return the favor to me to clear things up?"
Mu Lingbo remained silent, which was equivalent to acquiescence.
"Dream." The words were short and powerful, and the tone was stubborn and cold and arrogant.
She rolled her eyes helplessly, and at worst, she wouldn't exchange the favor.
"Wait a minute..." Something seemed to flash through her mind suddenly, and she was eager to catch it.
After thinking about Mo Jiuling's words again, I felt that I could get some inspiration.
If it weren't for her personal grudge, could it be...
Suddenly, she remembered the masked face and sealed internal power of this body before it was poisoned. Although this had always been a mystery in her mind, she had been focusing on treating the poison for so long and had not pursued it at all.
There is no doubt that this was Mu Qingyou's handiwork, but why did her biological mother do this?
Because this is a kind of protection.
"What did you think of?" Mo Jiuling saw her interested expression and asked.
Yes, it must be related to Mu Qingyou.
At this time, Mu Lingbo suddenly realized that he knew very little about his mother who died young.
I once asked Yun Niang, but she knew nothing about it.
"It's okay." After a moment, she replied casually, "Don't ask any embarrassing questions."
After returning the idiom to him intact, Mu Lingbo left the room without any courtesy.
Everyone has secrets hidden in their hearts, secrets that there is no need to share.
On the first floor of the inn, the shopkeeper glanced at Mu Lingbo and said, "The young master went to play with our boss."
"Then where is your boss?"
"Probably Xuanwu Hall in the south of the city, maybe somewhere else."
The most famous shops in Xia Houyan are the Yaoxian Pavilion and the Xuanwu Hall. This is what Mo Jiuling said at the time, "The Yaogui Pavilion was burned by fire, and the turtle hall was flooded."
Unlike Yaoxian Pavilion, which mainly sells spiritual fruit elixirs, Xuanwu Hall sells weapons and armor.
But the treasures sold by Xuanwu Hall are not ordinary treasures. Each piece is made by a famous treasure master. The rarity of the treasure masters means that the value here is not much lower than the spiritual fruit of Yaoxian Pavilion.
Therefore, in any town, as long as there is no Yaoxian Pavilion, Xuanwu Hall is the first.
"No, no, these are not suitable for Xiaobao! Sister Xiaoqiao, you really don't have the urge to spend money here!"
In the main hall of Xuanwu Hall, Mu Xiaobao looked around at the samples and shook his head repeatedly.
"How could it be? These are all good things."
Mu Xiaobao said seriously, "But they are so big, so it is very inconvenient to carry them."
Shu Xiaoqiao smiled and said, "You can choose one as a gift for your mother!"
Mu Xiaobao immediately pouted, "Mom is even lazier than Xiaobao. You can use a blade as a weapon, no matter how big it is, you don't even bother to hold it."
"Then..." Shu Xiaoqiao rolled his eyes, "If Xiaobao wants something small, we can also customize it here. The most famous treasure masters on the mainland have their names in our Xuanwu Hall, but we just have to wait."
