Mu Ruogu asked curiously, "You didn't have it before, so why do you have it now?"
"Maybe it's the stimulation of potential?" Mu Zhao told the story of the day Emperor Zhou was assassinated.
Mu Ruogu said with a smile: "That's great. The more powerful you are, the safer you are. It's just about the method and usage of strength control."
"I'm going to find Yun Wuluo." Mu Zhao walked out happily, and after walking a few steps, he turned back to see Mu Ruogu.
Mu Ruogu's originally downcast face turned into a smile again, "Does Zhao Zhao think it's okay to find ways to control the second brother?"
"No, I just want to remind Third Brother that these messes..." Mu Zhao pointed to the things she smashed, "I need Third Brother to give them an explanation."
Mu Ruogu's smile paused, "Easy to say."
At least my little sister can still use him, right?
Mu Zhao then went out with confidence, but as soon as he went out, he looked weak and helpless.
Now is not the time to reveal her strength.
She searched around the yard but couldn't find Yun Wuluo.
Mu Zhao slowly walked out to look for it, and finally she saw Yun Wuluo next to the split carriage.
Yun Wuluo was squatting on the ground picking up persimmons.
The hem of his white clothes was stained with dirt.
That was his white clothes that were as white as new just now after he killed so many people, but now they were stained with dirt just for picking up candies.
Mu Zhao suddenly felt a sore throat.
She felt that it was a bit of a saint for her to spare the assassin.
She shouted, "Yun Wuluo."
"Huh?" Yun Wuluo turned around.
Mu Zhao saw a trace of ash on his cheek, coupled with the white clothes on his body and the persimmon in his hand, he looked pitiful and extremely cute.
Mu Zhao had completely forgotten about the "big killer" Yun Wuluo just now.
She walked over slowly and prepared to squat down.
Yun Wuluo whispered: "Just stand."
Mu Zhao understood that there might be someone watching nearby.
But someone is watching, why is Yun Wuluo still picking up candies so unscrupulously?
Yun Wuluo looked at her expression and guessed what she was thinking.
"It's still edible, and..." Yun Wuluo said, "I have to give them my weak spot."
Mu Zhao: "......"
Give them a soft spot that you like to eat sweets. Do you want them to poison you in the sweets?
Yun Wuluo must not have taken as many miraculous medicines as she did, and maybe ordinary poison could cause Yun Wuluo to suffer.
So in order to prevent Yun Wuluo from being harmed like this...
Mu Zhao cleared his throat and said in the tone of a domineering little princess: "I said Manager Yun..."
Yun Wuluo lowered his head to pick up the persimmons, turning into a forced butler.
Mu Zhao was not prepared to wait for his answer, so he continued: "Manager Yun, do you like sweets very much?"
Yun Wuluo didn't speak.
Mu Zhao shouted angrily, "Yun Wuluo, His Majesty has said that you must answer all my questions."
Yun Wuluo breathed a sigh of relief and put the persimmons in the box.
"Yes, I like sweets."
"Then your sweets will be contracted by me from now on. You can't eat even one bite of what others give you."
Yun Wuluo raised his head and frowned, "Princess, please don't be so overbearing."
"I must be so domineering." Mu Zhao sneered and slowly approached him, "If I find out that you ate the sweets given by others, I will..."
Yun Wuluo asked, "What are you going to do to me?"
"Of course I can't bear to do anything to others. I will kill the person who gave you sweets."
"Mu Zhao!" Sun Junxiong's dissatisfied shout sounded from behind Mu Zhao.
Mu Zhaoan said "Tsk~" and turned around, "You..."
Sun Junxiong said: "It's time to go on your way. Your maids have prepared another carriage for you."
He didn't want to talk to this bad woman any more and taunt her. She would only come back with more sarcasm.
Mu Zhao had no intention of letting him go.
She said: "Is our chief envoy going to transform into a messenger boy?"
Sun Junxiong: "......"
He even took the initiative to give me the steps, why is she so ignorant?
Mu Zhao added: "My maids have prepared the carriage, and they will naturally come to help me. Why do you need to convey the message?"
Sun Junxiong: "I..."
"have a finger in the pie."
Sun Junxiong: "You..."
Mu Zhao turned around and pulled Yun Wuluo back, "Stop picking it up. I'll buy it for you when we get to the next town."
More and more people came out, and Zhaozhao's new carriage was also pulled out. Yun Wuluo could only get up regretfully.
Mu Zhao held his arm, almost hanging on him, and spoke softly in his ear.
Sun Junxiong couldn't hear what she was saying.
But that didn't stop him from snorting coldly, "It must not be serious words."
Mu Zhao turned his head slightly.
Sun Junxiong immediately got on his horse and rode away.
Mu Zhao curled his lips and told him about his physical condition.
When Mu Zhao got to the car, Yun Wuluo nodded almost invisible, indicating that he understood. This chapter has been completed!