"It doesn't matter, girl, why don't you continue on your way?"
Mu Lingbo sighed softly, "What a coincidence, we have to stay in Yancheng for a few more days. But let's just stay in peace and be safe."
Lin Zichong nodded, "Then, I'll have to bother you for a few days."
Mu Lingbo smiled and nodded, and took Mu Xiaobao back to the room.
"Mom, if there is anything you are hiding from Xiaobao, why don't you tell me quickly?" Mu Xiaobao held his fortune in his arms and looked at her with a treacherous look.
"What...what did you say?" She slowed down her words and looked at her son who was smiling with a dark face.
Mu Xiaobao immediately turned into a pure and bright smile, "Mom, Xiaobao is so sleepy that he is about to go to bed. If you have any conspiracy or conspiracy, please go quickly. Xiaobao has no time to form a team with you. Is this to attract wealth?
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"Hey!" Zhaocai, who was standing on Mu Xiaobao's shoulder, raised his tail and shook his head.
Mu Lingbo snorted, "Go to bed quickly."
Mu Xiaobao sighed deeply and lay on the bed holding Zhaocai, "It's such a lonely night!"
"Children, don't be lonely." Mu Lingbo picked up Zhaocai and said, "This one can't sleep on the bed."
Zhaocai was thrown aside, and he was beating with anger, but when he saw Mu Lingbo, he drooped his head again, holding his paws and walked silently to its pillow, lying on it and staring at the bed full of resentment.
Mu Xiaobao, who was behind Mu Lingbo, had no choice but to shrug at Zhaocai with great regret, "See you tomorrow!"
Late at night, there was a little "click" sound, cautiously, and it seemed like a mouse had entered the house.
Feeling a sudden pressure coming from behind, the Thousand-year-old raccoon dog turned his head sharply and was startled by Mu Lingbo who had gotten up at some point.
It immediately shrank in the corner, holding the fruit it was eating secretly in its hand and holding it behind its back without letting go.
In the dark night when it was almost impossible to see his fingers, Mu Lingbo still had sleepy eyes on his face.
He glanced at the thousand-year-old raccoon dog, sneered disdainfully, and murmured in a low voice, "You stingy man, you eat secretly in the middle of the night, and no one wants to snatch it from you."
"Ugh..." It made a small sound, its tone clearly indicating that it didn't believe it at all.
"Huh?" Mu Lingbo glanced upward, moved his toes, and quickly flew out of the window.
The Thousand-year-old raccoon dog finally felt relieved and carefully brought the fruit to the front again and began to gnaw quietly.
The night was endless, the clouds were thick and gloomy, and not even the moon could be seen in the entire sky.
This small border town seemed to be in a deep sleep, so quiet that it was as if you could hear the sound of melting snow.
She squinted her eyes and saw a figure heading towards the outskirts of the city very quickly.
The figure blends into the night. If you don't pay attention, you will definitely not see anything.
Mu Lingbo followed that direction with some curiosity, listening to the whistling wind in his ears.
After leaving the city, in the deep valley, tree trunks covered with snow stood in the snow like disorderly tombs, like an unsolvable maze.
She carefully kept her distance and only looked at the almost blurry figure in the distance through the gaps between countless tree trunks.
The three figures are all wearing the same large cloak, covering their entire body in the cloak from their neck to their ankles.
And the one in front of those three figures must be the figure she saw just now.
No, I still can't see clearly, and I can't hear what they are saying.
Mu Lingbo walked carefully in the snow. The bare branches could not serve as cover for her, so she had to use the thick trunks to block herself.
