Therefore, the little sword-like dragon really got the reward of Xiangxiang's kiss, which attracted the jealous gazes of a few people. The other party had to hide his thoughts and not dare to be discovered.
Li Muyao didn't hear Cai Mao's sour words at all. She smiled and retorted,""I won't be laughed at. Little Cangshu, don't listen to your colorful fur brother. "If you don't say it, I won't say it. If all of us don't say it, no one will know. Naturally, no one will laugh at our little Cangshu."
While they were talking, Huo Jiling had already brought out the soup. Li Muyu and Li Muyang also took out bowls, chopsticks and spoons and placed them in front of each other.
The little sword-like herb enjoyed its first happy supper in six years.
