Oh my God! It’s really the feathers of Feng Ying Bird! Quick, quick, stop it! The master’s speed has soared to 12 points! I’m afraid that if I take a step too slow, Feng Ying Bird will die.
At this time, the little cub was still plucking its fur leisurely.
Murong Mo originally wanted to faint, but when she saw the ignorant and self-centered eyes of the little cub, she suddenly realized that if she dared to faint, the boy would definitely pluck all of her fur.
It was precisely because of this fear that Murong Mo refused to faint.
She curled up and said to the young boy with a trembling voice: "What do you want? Let me go! I'm still competing!"
The little cub looked at Murong Mo as if he were an idiot: "I caught you."
Murong Mo: "I know, but can you wait until I finish the game? If you don't let me go, I will lose! When the time comes, I will say that I lost because of your obstruction!"
The little cub looked at her speechlessly: "But, I want to eat you."
"Ah?!" Murong Mo originally thought that the little boy was stopping her from competing, but she didn't expect that it actually wanted to...eat her?
After realizing this, Murong Mo really went crazy!
"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!!!"
"I caught you." The little cub repeated it again. What he caught was naturally his, so the little cub said: "I want to make your wings flavored with sauce."
Your neck is quite long, so let’s make braised meat. The braised meat made by my sister is the most delicious. And why are you so skinny with this body! There is no meat at all! You can’t even eat enough!”
As the little cub spoke, he glared at Murong Mo fiercely.
Wha, what? This little idiot wants to eat her, but he dares to think she is too thin?! Murong Mo is going to be mad at the little cub! No, no, the point of the problem now is not whether she is thin or not, but...
"Let me tell you! I am the young lady of the Murong family, one of the eight richest families in the Central Continent. Do you dare to eat me? Humph! Just wait and die!!! If you kneel down and apologize to me now, I can spare my life.
You won’t die! Why don’t you kneel down quickly!” Murong Mo revealed his identity.
Her identity is very useful to most people, but it's a pity that in front of her is a little cub who doesn't understand the world, so it's like playing the piano to a cow.
The little cub said oh, but did he actually understand? What are the eight wealthy families? What is the Murong family? What is it? Can it be roasted and eaten?
"You still won't let me go?!" Murong Mo looked serious!
The little cub patted Murong Mo's head as if patting an idiot. He said to himself: "Sister said that brain damage is also a disease. Wouldn't it be bad to eat sick fairy birds?
?”
Murong Mo was so angry that she was about to vomit blood!
What? How dare you say that the dignified Miss Murong Jiu is mentally retarded?! It's... simply!
However, Murong Mo suddenly had an idea. She pointed at the little cub and pointed at her nose happily: "Yes, yes, I am a brain-dead person. I am a big brain-dead person. If you eat me, you will become a brain-dead person.
So don’t eat me!”
The little cub patted the excited Murong Mo on the head, his eyes full of sympathy: "Are you really mentally retarded?"
In order to survive, Murong Mo also risked his life. Hearing this, he nodded wildly: "Yes, yes, yes! I am just brain-dead! I am super brain-dead!!!"