"Is...so ugly?" Mu Mu never cared about appearance, but when she looked at him with such eyes, he felt a little depressed for no reason.
Is it because he is not suitable to wear the white robe of the Ninth Prince?
However, it is true that not everyone can wear white, and the Ninth Prince couldn't pretend to be a god.
"No, it's very good-looking. Really, I never lie to people." Well, it depends on the person and I don't lie to good people.
Mu Mu didn't care anymore, as long as it wasn't so ugly that she couldn't bear it, that would be fine.
He really never cares about things like appearance and grooming.
But... "Even if you dress like this, you will still be recognized as long as someone sees you."
"So, I won't let you be seen." Jiuer walked outside the door and blew a whistle.
The people below immediately prepared to pull the carriage to the lobby.
"Your Majesty, everyone is ready." Feng Jiuer stepped back and looked back at Mu Mu, who was dressed in flowing white clothes.
"Jiu'er..." Mu Mu was always a little worried.
He was not afraid to march, fight or even fight with the enemy with his life. However, he was really uncomfortable with being asked to play another person.
"Jiu'er, have you really thought about it? Once you go on this trip, you will be in danger. Do you really not care about this?"
"My life was given to me by Uncle Nine Emperors. Even if I have to give it back, I am willing to give it back."
Of course, if she could not pay it back, she would be more willing to use her ability to completely cure the Nine Emperors Uncle.
Trading one's life for one's life is the most irrational and hypocritical behavior. She never does anything hypocritical and meaningless.
"Mu Mu, it's you. This trip must be very dangerous. If you refuse now, it's still too late."
"You know I'm not afraid of death..."
"I never want to put you in danger. I owe you this, and I will definitely pay it back in the future!"
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and said, "If you don't refuse, then it's time for us to set off."
Mu Mu said nothing more and walked behind her: "Jiu'er, if someone wants to get close..."
"Don't let him get close." Feng Jiuer said.
"Then the person insists on getting closer?"
"Let him go."
"Why don't you leave?"
"Hit him until he gets out!" She suddenly stopped and looked back at him with a soft smile.
"I'm not kidding. Uncle Nine Emperors is such a proud person. If he doesn't like anyone, he will tell him to leave. If he doesn't, he will beat him until he leaves."
"You have deep inner strength and you are definitely capable enough to fight off those who try to get close to you."
"Is this... okay?" Mu Mu seemed to have opened the door to a new century!
The Ninth Prince is a member of the royal family. How many royal relatives and nobles must he face throughout the year? Is it true that if you want to see him, you can see him, and if you don’t want to see him, he can tell you to get out?
"I said it will happen." A beautiful smile appeared on Feng Jiuer's lips.
It's just that smile, mixed with a distant aura, as if he is missing something.
Her Nine Emperors Uncle is so arrogant, so savage, and so domineering. If you don't want to see him, just let him go. What's the harm?
The two people went downstairs. There was no one in the lobby, except for a carriage.
Fortunately, the door in the lobby of the martial arts building is different from ordinary doors. This doorway is wide enough, so even carriages can come in.
The brothers of the Dragoon Army were guarding outside the lobby. As soon as Mu Mu got on the carriage, someone immediately wanted to break in outside the door...
