"Don't worry, I'm not interested in Millennium Raccoon. But you have to be careful, it's okay if others don't recognize them. If there are people who recognize Millennium Raccoon, they will be in danger with you."

Mu Xiaobao said indifferently, "It doesn't matter, Xiaobao will live and die with it!"

Finally got the chance to speak such an exciting idiom!

The Qiannian Raccoon is always ready to fight with Xiaobao, and then grabs a pack of grain tighter with its claws.

"Hey, shouldn't you go back to bed? We'll set off together tomorrow." Mo Jiuling's seemingly casual expression, a beautiful and charming face filled with an unpredictable smile.

"Baibai, Xiaobao is back to sleep!" Mu Xiaobao took the thousand-year-old raccoon and its food and immediately ran away.

The dark eyes of the sky fell on the figure like a banished immortal in the distance.

This strange face is enough to amazed everyone. If he had seen it, he would never have forgotten it.

But for some reason, there was a vague sense of familiarity.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Mo Jiuling's eyes were dark and bottomless, with a very casual expression. The eyes he looked at were extremely sharp, as if there was a powerful aura from the sky that was suppressed.

"Passenger." The other party's tone was also scattered and he had no intention of answering seriously. "Goodbye, it's time to go back to bed."

A night wind rippled by, and the snow was empty.

Since Mu Xiaobao returned to the inn room, he was still so excited that he couldn't sleep.

"Do you only eat fruits? These are all yours. Xiaobao won't compete with you." Mu Xiaobao was so happy to see this new friend, although he was not a human being.

Since the Millennium Raccoon entered the house with this little human, he still felt insecurity, huddled in the corner, and always guarded its treasure.

The claws almost hugged the pack of fruit, not allowing anyone to approach.

"Oh, it's a pity that Xiaobao has eaten all the fruits, otherwise I can share some of you!" Mu Xiaobao squatted not far from it.

The thousand-year-old raccoon's ears stood up when he heard it.

A gentle yawn came from the bed, and Mu Lingbo stood up lazily, "Xiaobao, why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night?"

When the thousand-year-old raccoon heard this sound, his whole body became more nervous and hugged its food tighter.

Mu Xiaobao stretched out his index finger to his mother and made a "shhh" gesture, "Mom, I'm chatting with new friends!"

"Can you understand what it says? You're still chatting!"

The thousand-year-old raccoon immediately whined.

Mu Xiaobao didn't mind this question at all, "It doesn't matter, it just needs to understand what Xiaobao said! Isn't it?"

The Qiannian Raccoon cared too much about being robbed of food, and Mu Xiaobao didn't listen carefully to anything he said.

With round eyes dripping, glittering at the person on the bed.

"She is Xiaobao's mother. She won't hurt you, don't worry! Do you have a mother?"

Qiannian Racco was stunned for a moment and whispered a little "sheep". He couldn't understand the language, could not hear the tone, and even his face could not show his expression.

Mu Lingbo remembered Mo Jiuling's words, and this creature would be abandoned after birth.

She lay down again, yawning again, and said indifferently, "Since it's so pitiful, just allow it to follow us."

Qiannian Racco listened to this sentence and was a little disdainful.
Chapter completed!