578. Chapter 578 The fate of touching her bottom line 17
"Ugh..." The thousand-year-old raccoon bared its teeth, but deliberately kept a distance from Mu Lingbo.
If it hadn't been defeated, it would definitely not have been so polite and just stood in front of her to express its dissatisfaction.
"Hey." She smiled slyly, turned the small baggage in her hand, and said in a small voice, "Are you disappointed? It's either some new spiritual fruit or your own private property! I may swallow it up at any time.
private property!"
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog stared straight at the little bundle, his eyes slowly changing from angry to pitiful and tearful.
The tail and head drooped together, head lowered, looking at Mu Lingbo with pitiful eyes.
"Hey, don't be cute, this is not the original you, don't use your new tricks!"
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog's pretending to be pitiful immediately turned into baring its teeth and claws, eager to rush forward and hug its fruit.
"Humph!" Mu Lingbo held its little bundle, "You are so dishonest that you don't know how to come and report to me first when you find Xiaobao. Do you know that I am very worried!"
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog felt that he was in the wrong and felt ashamed.
"Is everything going well for Xiaobao now?"
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog immediately nodded like a rattle.
"Is it just a cover for him to rob the palace..."
Thousand-year-old raccoon dog thought for a while, nodded and shook his head.
Mu Lingbo gradually became able to understand some of its body language, such as the nod and shake of the head, which meant that it was trying to find a reason to rob and sneak in openly, but at the same time it was really here to rob.
"Weiyang said that Xiaobao was poisoned. It's impossible for him to be poisoned, right?"
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog shook his head resolutely, his eyes still only staring at the little baggage.
Mu Lingbo then threw it up in the air, letting them reunite as if they were just saying goodbye rather than newlyweds.
The Thousand-year-old raccoon dog immediately ran in the direction of Xiaobao while holding the fruit, and disappeared. Mu Lingbo jumped down from the tree at the same time, and before he landed, he had already flown away with the wind easily.
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog entered a large hall with a small bundle in his arms. The door was open and filled with golden candlelight.
The main entrance was guarded by several high-level swordsmen, while the other three sides of the hall were occupied by the palace's attendants.
Several silver needles flew out of his hands, and all the attendants led by the wall behind the gate tensed up and stood stiffly in place.
"Lucky, you're back!" Mu Xiaobao, who was sitting on the master's chair, saw the bundle that should have been in the room in the hands of the thousand-year-old raccoon dog, and immediately understood who was here.
Especially when you see Zhaocai's feeling of joy at finally getting it back, this is definitely not the reaction of a stranger snatching it and having it taken back.
The king is a middle-aged man, wearing a dark robe, standing in the hall with a frown on his face, as if he is hesitating about something.
"Kid, what is this?" This rude voice came from a bearded man in his forties. Under his thick eyebrows, there was a deep sense of suspicion in his eyes.
Mu Xiaobao held the thousand-year-old raccoon dog in his arms and said casually, "Eat, I like to collect food the most to attract wealth!"
"Why is it a baggage?" Bearded Beard became more suspicious, "What is inside?"
"Ha." A mocking laugh came from the main seat, and the position that originally belonged to the king was now occupied by a handsome young man in white. He sat with his legs crossed and completely regarded the king next to him as nothing.
"Are you hungry? If you don't want to eat solid food, just ask the chef of their palace to prepare a table of delicious food, and compete with an animal for something to eat!"
The bearded man looked at the young man in white with an unfriendly look, and spat, "What I asked him is none of your business!"
