Mo Jue stretched out his little hand and pointed in the direction where Luo Yunxiao left with murderous aura.

Mu Yan burst out laughing, "What a little white face? Little brat, there is no politeness at all. This is my junior uncle."

As he said that, he even slapped his little butt.

Why is this Mo Jue the same as Qihuang? He always likes to call his uncle a little face.

Lord Emperor had never been treated as being slapped in his butt, and his blue eyes suddenly widened.

He glared at Mu Yan in anger, "You, don't be rude..."

Seeing that he was tense, bulging his cheeks, trying to release his pressure, Mu Yan couldn't help laughing.

Why does Mo Jue look so angry and arrogant that he looks more and more like Di Mingjue?

She couldn't help but kiss her white and tender little face and said with a smile: "I'm rude?"

Mo Jue's little face suddenly turned red, but his aura seemed to be a pierced ball, leaking light.

"Anyway, I hate that little white face!" he gritted his teeth, "You are not allowed to get too close to him!"

Mu Yan smiled even more happily, "Why? Is it because he looks better than you?"

"He looks better than me?" Mo Jue was so angry, "You, you said you weren't thinking about him just now!"

I am unparalleled in the world. I am a little white-faced person. How can I look better than me?

Jun Muyan, are you blind?

Still want to climb the wall?!!!

Mo Jue's whole person was about to explode, if he was Di Mingjue's body now.

You must knead this woman in your arms and torture and punish her hard.

Let her know who is the best one!!

When Mu Yan heard his angry accusation, he was stunned at first, and then laughed out loud, "Do you think the person I just mentioned is the junior uncle? How could that be? I have never even seen the junior uncle cook before."

She was silent for a moment, the smile in her voice was restrained, and the only thing left was tender tenderness and a faint sad thought, "I'm talking about my fiancé."

"When he was by my side, he would always cook for me in person. His cooking skills were very good. No matter how ordinary the ingredients were, they would become delicious foods when they came to his hands. But I was born without the talent for cooking..."

"Later, I was forced to separate from him, and I have not seen him again so far, and I have never tasted that delicious again."

Mu Yan's voice was soft and faint, but it seemed like she was holding a rare treasure, caring for her and recalling her carefully.

She didn't notice that as she said, the anger on Mo Jue's face had already been heard.

It was completely replaced by a passionate feeling that seemed to be overflowing.

The hands beside him clenched into fists, and blue veins appeared.

The long eyelashes drooped, covering the surging pain and longing in the blue eyes.

"Do you want the first place reward in the Lingchu competition, and I will help you win it?"

The child's voice is crisp and tender, but it is hoarse and unspeakable.

Mu Yan came back from his longing, and when he met Mo Jue's resolute expression, he couldn't help but burst out laughing again: "Forget it! With your small body, it's not certain whether you can take a spatula!"

This time, Mo Jue was no longer angry, but hugged her neck and said softly in her ear: "No, as long as you want, I will give it to you."

Mu Yan's heart suddenly pounded.

At this moment, she actually felt the illusion that Emperor Mingjue was talking in her ear.
Chapter completed!