"It's not me, I don't have it!" Yun Luo couldn't laugh or cry, "Brother, please don't accuse me wrongly."
Qinglong's face was full of disbelief and he looked at her sadly: "It's so outrageous. How can you teach a bad child?"
"I really didn't..."
Yun Luo felt like a black pot was placed on his head, and he was speechless and choked.
God knows where Xiaotuanzi learned his pretentious acting skills?
Wait...
Could it be the woman in the backyard?
The clouds are full of black lines.
There is a little dumpling here pretending to cry.
There is Jun Buli over there, holding on tightly.
Yun Luo felt like he was carrying two mountains on his back, one on the left and one on the right.
The two little guys insisted on following, and Yun Luo didn't have much time to slowly explain to them, so he had no choice but to agree.
"Oh!"
"Mom is so kind!"
Xiaotuanzi stopped crying for a second and raised his hands excitedly.
The corners of Jun Buli's lips also curled up slightly.
"You guys..." Yun Luo was helpless, shook his head briefly, and then calmed down.
"You can go, but you have to be obedient. Mother will not always be by your side. You have to follow Uncle Qinglong closely and never get separated. Do you understand?"
"I know! Mom, let's go quickly!"
Xiaotuanzi grabbed her hand and dragged her excitedly outside the palace gate.
Not to be outdone, Jun Buli ran over in small steps and held Yun Luo's other hand tightly.
The mother and son were like conjoined twins, you pulled me and I pulled you, walking out intimately.
Qinglong fell behind and looked at the backs of mother and son with a smile. As he watched, the smile in his eyes gradually sank, and his eyebrows twisted up unconsciously.
Royal Garden.
Deep in the remote rockery, lush vegetation decorates the rockery vaguely.
At this moment, three men in black are hiding in the rockery. They have been hiding here for most of the day.
There were patrolling soldiers everywhere in the palace. They stood three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry. Countless pairs of eyes were staring at them, so that they did not dare to show their heads at all.
"What should we do now? There is no news about the master. How long should we hide here?"
A man in black waved his hand impatiently, killing a mosquito, and couldn't help but curse.
"Shut up and keep your voice down! Do you want to attract the army?"
The two companions stared at him at the same time.
"Just bring them here, what's the big deal? We are fighting against the Yun Sect, do we need to be afraid of these soldiers from barbaric lands?!"
"Aren't you afraid? Why hide here?!"
"You didn't pull me here, otherwise, I would have rushed out long ago!"
"What did you say?!"
A man in black grabbed his companion by the collar, looking angry.
"Did I say something wrong? You were afraid of death, so you insisted on dragging us along, but you didn't dare to let me say it?" My companion, not to be outdone, let out a loud sigh.
The man in black punched him hard, and the two almost started fighting.
The grass rustled and swayed, and the sound of branches being broken kept coming.
In front of the densely packed troops in the palace, these men in black were under great psychological pressure. They were neither willing to hide, nor had the courage to rush out desperately. The longer the time went on, the more difficult it was to control their bored and anxious mood.
Under such circumstances, a mere quarrel or two can explode like a spark igniting a fuel barrel.
"Stop fighting! Calm down!"
The third person yelled impatiently and was about to step forward to separate the two when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder.