Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Mu Yu's voice just sounded and said: "Xiao Luo, why do I feel that his smile is a bit like yours?"

Fan Tianluo immediately had black lines all over her head, she rolled her eyes angrily and said, "Are you saying that my smile is also fake?"

Mo Xingchen in the silver cup suddenly shrank his neck, thinking that Mu Yu really cared about Xiaoluo, and he could see it, thinking that Fantianluo would put on a friendly smile every time in front of the enemy, and follow the tricks But it was fierce and cruel, and he felt a little cold behind him.

Mu Yu was stunned for a moment and immediately shook his head and said, "Where is it, your smile is much more sincere than his, and he is even more fake!" After speaking, she shrank her neck.

Fan Tianluo could only smile wryly, isn't it because she wants to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?I'm not as high-profile as that man, okay?

"Master Murong." Many guests who were dining in the hall stood up and greeted the smiling Murong Yin with fists.

Murongyin raised Hexi's smile and cupped his fists and said, "Everyone, please be polite, eat slowly." Then he followed the second brother upstairs, followed by two men who were about the same age as him. In fact, it's not bad, but it's just ignored by him.

"Xiao Luo, don't look, this kind of person is not a good thing, this fish is good, you have to try it." Mu Yu gave Fan Tianluo a piece of small yellow croaker, and drew Fan Tianluo's gaze back.

Fan Tianluo laughed dumbly and said, "Are you so worried about me?"

Mu Yu immediately understood that Mo Xingchen in her silver cup must be more anxious than him, so she shrugged and laughed.

"It's not that I'm worried, it's just that this face makes people want to beat him up." Mo Xingchen flattened his mouth, looked at the elegant and handsome face that appeared at the stairs, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to pull the unnecessary robe on his body , shook his flowing long hair, and felt that he was still more handsome.

Fan Tianluo and Mu Yu were eating food quietly with their heads down, and when they heard footsteps around them, neither of them looked up, but they could see three people walking past their table on six legs.

The so-called private seats are isolated seats for four people, but the front is not covered, so passers-by can clearly see the guests at each table.

Murong Yin walked past the seats of Fan Tianluo and Mu Yu with a smile on his face, and suddenly he stopped, and the two behind him also stopped.

"Master, what's the matter?" A young man in a blue brocade robe asked behind.

Murongyin turned her head back to look at the positions of Fan Tianluo and Mu Yu, seeing that they were still eating with their heads down, their brows like distant mountains were slightly frowned, then she shook her head and said: "It's nothing." After speaking, she walked inside.

Mu Yu raised his head and glanced at Murong Yin's back, cursing in a low voice angrily: "What are you looking at! This young master is no worse than you!"

"Hehe." Fan Tianluo looked at the childish Mu Yu and laughed, "You are indeed no worse than him, but he stopped because he thought we were a little special. If you look at others, whoever sees him doesn't immediately look up, just look up. You and I didn't even look up, so he felt strange, this is human nature."

Mu Yu immediately gave a thumbs up and said, "Xiao Luo, you want to draw his attention, right?"

Fan Tianluo took a sip of the soup and said, "Don't forget, what are we doing here in Shen Guo? He is the fiance of the little princess. If we want to get close to the little princess, it is best to start with him."

Mu Yu immediately flattened her mouth and said, "I think you want to help Qiu Fengluo."