Chapter 268: Mu Litian, why are you being nice to me?
Mu Litian's doubts arose in his heart, and he felt more and more that Su Luo was not from here. However, he didn't know where she was from.
If they weren't ancient people, who could they be? Immortals descending to earth? Imps reincarnated? Or demons?
No, the little beauty in front of me doesn't look like she belongs to the third generation of gods, ghosts and demons at all. She can only be a human being. But that soul... who is she?
"Hey, comb it yourself." After finding a comb, Su Luo said to Mu Litian angrily.
Mu Litian stared at her straightly, and then said after a long while: "Have you seen me combing my hair in a bun? I have never combed my hair in a bun, so I don't know how."
"..." Su Luo then remembered that Mu Litian called himself a prince, and couldn't help but curiously asked: "What kind of prince are you?"
"..." Mu Litian couldn't answer this time.
Yes, what kind of prince is he?
Oh, he is not a prince, but he was once a prince, so he occasionally calls himself the prince out of habit.
Anyway, it is impossible to say that he is Elvis Presley. So, he raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly: "The self-proclaimed king."
"Ah? A self-proclaimed king?"
"Yes, I sealed it myself. It's so elegant." After that, she snatched the comb from Su Luo's hand and planned to comb her hair. She no longer thought about combing her hair into a bun.
Originally, he wanted to put his hair in a bun, pretend to be an old man, and then use Su Luo as a barrier to go to Baihua Building to find Lian Ao, but now, he had to change his approach.
First, he has no disguise tools. Second, he does not have a hooded robe. It seems that he can only return to his territory. His palace.
However, his palace was full of cat guards...how could she see him?
But he didn't worry about leaving her here alone...
"Hey, have you finished combing your hair? Don't you want to show off?" Su Luo became impatient. Especially in the middle of the night, under the dim candlelight, it was very scary to see a man in white combing his long white hair.
good?!
Mu Litian ignored Su Luo and continued to comb her hair. Then she imitated Su Luo and tied her hair into a bunch with white cloth and hung it on her chest.
Little did he know that his imitating actions made Su Luo feel distressed.
She thought that he was lonely, he was simple, and he needed warmth and care.
"Mu Litian, why are you nice to me?" She asked awkwardly, playing with her sleeves, very nervous. She didn't dare to guess what kind of answer he would give her, she only hoped that he would face her seriously.
She asked this question because she really wanted to know why he was so kind to her.