Cute little jade rabbit: the fox king wants to hug

Chapter 489
King's Mansion is on the east side of Baiyang Street in Xiangcheng, and it is the largest mansion on this street.

Mo Anu hugged Su Ling, walked around the crowd and slowed down.

Put him down, hold his hand, and look around.

The colorful glazed tiles, the plaque of golden nanmu, and the two lifelike stone lions carved from jade in front of the door all show the noble atmosphere of this family.

"Fuck, rich!"

After Mo Anu finished speaking silently, he lowered his head and saw the contemptuous eyes of Su Ling, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips.

Alas!I also forgot not to swear in front of him.

"Moano."

"Ok?"

Su Ling looked at the plaque of the King's Mansion, hesitated to speak, and finally looked up at her, hesitantly said: "Are we running out of money?"

Mo Anu was stunned, stretched out his hands to rub his head indiscriminately, and smiled: "Your food and drink are indispensable."

"I'm afraid you can't stand the poor and run away with the rich..."

He turned his face away and said in a low voice.

"what?"

Moanu frowned.

It wasn't that she didn't hear it, but she was too surprised to hear it.

How could he have such an idea.

Thinking of how shy he was just now, he was afraid that he would see it.

Mo Anu held his little hand, teasingly said: "Little clever ghost, even if you run away with a rich man, I will take you with you, okay?"

"not good!"

Su Ling shook off her hand, her upturned peach eyes widened, and her face turned pale with anger.

"I'm not young, if you run away with rich people, I, I will ignore you!"

Mo Anu was slightly taken aback, but shook his head helplessly.

Forgot that he was still a kid, why did you make such a joke with him?

"Okay, don't run, don't run, follow you forever, okay?"

After speaking, she squatted down.

"Su Ling, we don't have much money left, but we still have jewelry to sell."

As she spoke, she patted the storage bag on her chest.

Su Ling glanced over and saw her big breasts tremble a few times, feeling a little dazed.

"Mo Anu, your chest is shaking."

The corners of Mo Anu's eyes twitched a few times, pinched his ears, turned his face away, and stood up himself.

"Yo! The little lady is so beautiful!"

Standing up, Mo Anu held Su Ling's little hand, seeing how many people were facing him at some point, his black eyes narrowed slightly.

"Brothers, I'll come first, you come later! That little boy is also reserved for me, yes, let him watch from the side and study hard."

After finishing speaking, those people burst into laughter.

Su Ling doesn't know why, but he also understands that these people are definitely not kind.

Thinking of the scene on the mountain that day, my little hands were full of sweat.

There was a sneer on the corner of Mo Anu's lips.

However, when she was about to speak, she saw a snow-colored figure approaching in an instant, kicking straight at the leader's chest.

The leader spat out a mouthful of blood!

Covering his heart, the man bent down, looked at the white figure with his back to Mo Anu and Su Ling and shouted: "You can't find death! Brothers! Give it to me!"

A few people behind immediately rushed over.

The strength of the two sides is very different, but after a few encounters, they were beaten to the ground by the snow-colored figure, screaming.

"You're ruthless! Withdraw!"

Those people put down their harsh words, supported each other and staggered away, the snow-colored figure from the beginning to the end said nothing.

When he turned around, he was a little confused.

Where is the figure of the alluring woman and the little boy behind him?

There was no one on the empty Baiyang Street, and the corners of the fourth prince Doer's eyes twitched a few times.

The guard who followed him also dodged to his side, covered his lips and coughed softly, "Master, that girl and boy went to the black market."

Doer Qubai raised his eyebrows, and beat the white fan on his palm: "Let's go!"

Holding Su Ling, Mo Anu stood at the entrance of the black market, looking at the man with his hands ready to enter the market beside the crooked wooden sign, with black lines on his face.

Nima, there is still a fee for black market transactions!
(End of this chapter)