That kind of strong and overwhelming hostility made Mu Xiaobao feel bad.
He was still confused about the relationship between this uncle and himself, and his mother hadn't had time to explain it to him yet. But he must not let this uncle kill Uncle Ye. Finding a good teammate was not an easy task.
Woolen cloth!
Ye Beiling could obviously feel it, it was not just hostility, but even murderous intent, even if he didn't know why.
"Xiaobao, it's useless to try to get close to him! They are not your friends, and friends will not kidnap their friends casually!"
Mu Xiaobao opened his big, watery eyes and said, "Uncle, are you here to visit the prison? We have killed everyone outside. You can rob people as you like, you're welcome!"
Mo Jiuling softened a bit when she heard Mu Xiaobao's voice, "I'm not your uncle either."
Ye Beiling was really angry. It's a great honor for Xiaobao to call you uncle, okay? Don't be so disrespectful.
Although he didn't have the magic weapon that he always kept with him, he could never retreat at this moment.
"No matter who you are, I advise you not to make this idea again. Otherwise, it will never be a good thing for you."
The mask concealed the person's true expression, and his tone was so unpredictable that no one knew his true emotions, "Xiaobao, who is this person to you?"
Mu Xiaobao thought for a while, "The people who protect Xiaobao! And the people who robbed him together!"
"anything else?"
Mu Xiaobao scratched his head with his index finger and thought for a moment, "No more..."
Ye Beiling felt hurt. They were friends just now, but now they are no longer friends?
"But Uncle Mask." Mu Xiaobao looked at him with pleading eyes, "If your hands are itchy, there are many people here who can be killed. Without Uncle Ye, no one will play with Xiaobao in the future."
That voice made me choke up a little.
Mo Jiuling felt something strange in her heart when she looked at that little expression of true affection.
He knew nothing about his son's growth and past. Maybe this child had had a hard time since he was a child and had no friends.
Maybe all this is because a very important part is missing in growth.
Since he's just a companion, I'll just give them money to spend from now on.
"Well, in that case, I won't kill him."
Mu Xiaobao immediately smiled with crooked eyes, "Thank you, Uncle Mask."
Ye Beiling suddenly felt a particularly frustrated feeling, always feeling that the development of things was very different from what he expected.
"Kill if you say you want to, and if you say no, I won't. Who do you think I, Ye Beiling, am?"
Mo Jiuling didn't have a good impression of the source of the noise, and now she had no intention of paying attention to it, "Xiaobao, the guy you're playing with is a bit noisy."
Mu Xiaobao was afraid that he would change his mind and kill people again, so he rushed to explain, "Oh, Uncle Ye is just like this, he is always fussy every day. If you don't like Uncle Mask, Xiaobao can do something about it!"
Ye Beiling looked down at him in confusion, "What did you say?"
The chubby little hand flicked lightly the moment he lowered his head.
A wisp of green smoke passed by, and Ye Beiling swayed and fell down again, dizzy, "The third time..."
Mu Xiaobao looked at Uncle Ye who fell to the ground a little guiltily, "Uncle Ye didn't sleep well yesterday anyway, and he still played with Xiaobao for so long today... Well, you're welcome!"
But Uncle Ye is so pitiful, he always faints.
He sighed deeply for Ye Beiling, but this way he wouldn't have to die.
