Mu Lingbo rolled his eyes, "Why did you tie him up with a rope?"
It's too artificial. Is Mo Jiuling someone who can be tied up with a rope? Even poison can't kill him. A mere piece of rope is like a decorative belt on his body.
"Mother, it's a rope I found to attract wealth." Mu Xiaobao answered honestly.
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog raised his little head, smiled and narrowed his eyes, looking at Mu Lingbo as if he was asking for credit.
"Sure enough, the enemy of my enemy is my friend." Mu Lingbo looked at the foodie who had no position, "Now you and Xiaobao are really more and more alike!"
Mu Xiaobao scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly, "Are you praising Xiaobao for being cute? Hehehe, it's actually not that good."
"I'm talking about the dog-leg aspect!"
"Oh." Mu Xiaobao was not depressed, and immediately smiled brightly, "Isn't it right to treat your mother badly?"
Originally asking for praise, his movements remained motionless, but his smiling little eyes suddenly returned to their roundness, and he silently glanced at Mu Xiaobao's face next to him, with an expression of 'my master really has no moral integrity'.
Mu Lingbo has long since given up on Mu Xiaobao's behavior, "Stop pretending, Xiaobao. I'll be thankful that you think about this every time you can't help complaining about my mother."
Mu Xiaobao did not receive any praise. He only sighed and shrugged his shoulders, spreading his hands helplessly, "There is nothing I can do about a mother who has such high demands!"
The door of the room was pushed open by Mu Lingbo. The furnishings inside were simple and still the same as before they left.
The difference was that there was a stool placed in the center of the room. Mo Jiuling was leaning on the stool, with his hands entangled in Mu Lingbo's belt.
"Is this also called tied up? That's my clothes and belt!"
Mu Xiaobao said helplessly, "There is no other way. I can only find this to attract wealth."
Turning around, I saw that the closet had been turned into a mess by the claws of the thousand-year-old raccoon dog.
Mo Jiuling looked at Mu Lingbo in silence. Her eyes had not moved anywhere else since she entered the door.
The look in his eyes was hard to describe, because he himself didn't know what expression he should use at this time to deal with the consequences of his suicide attempt.
Mu Lingbo glanced at him coldly and saw that his face was still a little pale and his lips were still colorless.
"Mother, do you need a whip?" Mu Xiaobao looked up with a smile.
Mo Jiuling's originally calm eyes gradually widened after hearing those words.
Zhaocai was jumping up and down with joy, and even stuck out his tongue at Mo Jiuling with his paws open.
Mu Lingbo saw it pretending to be a tiger and said, "This seems to be a human action, right?"
Mu Xiaobao said proudly, "Xiaobao taught it, and Xiaobao taught it a lot!"
"Teach it to lose weight first!" Mu Lingbo poured a bucket of cold water down.
Zhaocai let out a very dissatisfied sound, then jumped down and sat down in Mu Xiaobao's arms.
"Mom doesn't like whips, otherwise Xiaobao can borrow some fun things from Uncle Zi!" Mu Xiaobao suggested happily, and then left.
Mo Jiuling suddenly had a very bad premonition, "Xiaobao, it's not good for you to be like this."
Mu Xiaobao snorted, jumped out of the door and said, "Who told you to tear up Xiaobao's booklet!"
Mu Lingbo was speechless. The first thing he did when he came out of Baidi's house was to tear up Mu Xiaobao's booklet!
Seeing the change in her expression, Mo Jiuling said in a tone that was natural and tried not to offend her, "Since I'm not dead, of course I will do what I say."
