Yan Xiaomo covered her mouth tightly and looked at the sinister Mo Wushuang in front of her with a resentful look.
He secretly ate the words "Uncle Master, what do you mean?"
and he still looked dissatisfied.
If Zhuang Zhou saw this scene, I really don’t know what would happen.
"Master uncle means that Xiao Zhu'er should treat the three masters equally.
Whatever you give to your master, don't forget to give it to master uncle and uncle."
Mo Wushuang looked at that crimson little face and couldn't help but feel a little distraught.
When Yan Xiaomo heard this, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
According to what he said, she would give her uncle a kiss later.
Did these three people really treat her as a public commodity?
I felt a little sad.
"Do you all treat me as a toy?
I can take whatever you want."
Yan Xiaomo lowered her head and spoke calmly, with a slight sense of loss.
A toy that they can play with at will.
Mo Wushuang's handsome eyebrows furrowed, and the cynical smile on his face suddenly disappeared, leaving a serious expression.
"Uncle Master doesn't treat you as a toy, Xiao Zhu'er, can you trust Uncle Master?"
If he could, he would like to have the woman in front of him to himself, but this is impossible.
Xiao Zhu'er is common to the three of them, and no one can have it alone.
Yan Xiaomo didn't believe it, but Mo Wushuang's eyes had the power to make people put down their guard and believe in his magic power.
You can't be fooled by his eyes.
There is a look of trust on his face, but he is still wary in his heart.
Seeing Yan Xiaomo nodding, Mo Wushuang's lips curled up slightly, creating an intoxicating arc, like the feeling of spring breeze blowing.
There were also shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth, which were particularly beautiful.
That face looked so damn harmless that Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but roar loudly in his heart.
"Let's go, I'll take you to a good place."
With that said, Mo Wushuang took Yan Xiaomo's hand, and a white peacock appeared in front of him.
"Where are we going?"
Yan Xiaomo was carried on the peacock's back with an uneasy look on her face.
"You'll know when you go."
Mo Wushuang smiled and let it go with Yan Xiaomo.
Yan Xiaomo was too lazy to ask Mo Wushuang anything.
She stroked the hair on the peacock's back and felt it was very soft and comfortable.
She couldn't help but think of Zhuang Zhou's horse Kun.
"Uncle Master, I have never seen Master's Kun.
Has Master's Kun been stolen?"
Mo Wushuang stroked Yan Xiaomo's black hair and paused slightly, with a hint of schadenfreude flashing in his eyes.
"I'm afraid your master's Kun has been stewed."
There was a hint of teasing in his tone, as if he wasn't worried at all about what happened to Zhuang Zhou's Kun.
"Uncle, you are just joking."
Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but scolded.
"What's wrong, you miss Kun?"
Mo Wushuang hugged the soft body tightly in her arms, took a deep breath, and absorbed the fragrance from Yan Xiaomo's body.
"I'm just asking casually.
I don't know who has the courage to steal Master's Kun."
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Yan Xiaomo's face was full of indignation, as if she was defending Zhuang Zhou.
"The person who stole Kun was a Loose Immortal in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
His name was Han Xin.
Unfortunately, this person came and went without a trace.
After stealing Kun, there was no news in the immortal world.
Otherwise, how could our Tianshan Sect let go of stealing Kun?
Thief Han Xin," Mo Wushuang said quietly.
Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but paused.
Did she hear it right?
The person who stole Kun was really Han Xin. oshow7: