Mo Lian regarded him with indifference. "You're the one I'm scolding."
Qiao Mu felt a mixture of amusent and exasperation. Technically, these two individuals, one large and one small, could hardly be considered mature adults. She couldn't fathom why they had to quarrel every ti they crossed paths.
The petite monk frantically waved his four limbs, kicking at empty air while crying out, "Benefactress, Benefactress, please save from your rowdy husband!"
Qiao Mu rolled her eyes at their antics before reaching out to gently comfort the small monk that Mo Lian was holding. "Alright, alright, don't always get yourself into trouble."
The little monk looked at her with a falsely innocent pride.
How was he getting himself into trouble? It was clear that Crown Prince Lian was the one being petty.
True, Benefactress was his wife, but she was still his Benefactress! The little monk puffed up with pride and shot an accusing glare at Mo Lian.
Then, he turned around and leaned against Qiao Mu's shoulder. "Benefactress, how did you locate ?"
His eyes suddenly lit up, and without waiting for Qiao Mu to respond, he began to talk to himself, "It must be because my fate with Benefactress is profound."
Qiao Mu couldn't help but chuckle at the irony.
Ever since she had awakened this child, he had been an unstoppable chatterbox.
lightsΝοvel What an incessant little monk.
"Little Master, you're truly clever!" Chen Qi, who had been silently observing for a while, finally chid in with a laugh. "Little Master, would you like to learn the art of forging from ?"
The small monk, Kongkong, turned his head to look at the elderly man who had suddenly taken notice of him. He shook his head vigorously, like a rattling drum. "I am a monk. I have no desire for fa or worldly knowledge. There's no need for to delve into forging."
Qiao Mu couldn't help but find this amusing. She raised her hand and playfully poked his round, childlike face. "Learning forging can be quite practical. You could craft your own weapon soday."
The small monk sneakily glanced at Crown Prince Mo, who looked rather disheveled, and muttered softly, "Doesn't your husband know how to make one?"
What kind of weapon did this young monk want? If he desired it, he could simply have your husband make it for him. The expression in the little monk's eyes simultaneously amused and exasperated Qiao Mu.
Usually, this child was accustod to scolding Mo Lian, but at this crucial mont, he thought of Crown Prince Mo. It was evident that this influence secretly held the Crown Prince in high regard.
"Do you know who those n in black are?"
"What black-clad n?" Only then did the small monk scan his surroundings. When he spotted several black-clad n sprawled out on the withered grass, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
"They're chasing ? Why are they chasing ?" The little monk asked in confusion.
As soon as he said this, Qiao Mu realized that she wouldn't get any useful information from the little monk. He probably knew no more than she did.
With that in mind, Qiao Mu let out a soft sigh. She had taken only a couple of steps with the little monk in her arms when she suddenly felt her load lighten.
Lowering her gaze, she discovered that her arms were now empty, and the little monk had been snatched away by her husband, who stood nearby.
"What are you doing?" The small monk imdiately protested. "I wanted you to carry !"
Being held by this stubborn and sowhat stinky man was continuously bruising his ego. It was nowhere near as comfortable as being cradled by Benefactress.
Mo Lian gently bent down and stroked the small monk's head. He spoke with a wry smile, "Objection overruled!"
Reviews
All reviews (0)