Chapter 89
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Muyan chuckles: "He's my subordinate."
She's not interested in raising slaves like Gong Qianxue.
But now, she really needs a loyal and capable helper, so she spared no effort to rescue Yan Haotian from the Ghost City.
This can be considered as each taking what they need.
Muyan is bored to death, staring at Yan Haotian as he comes out after choosing his clothes.
Xiao Bao suddenly pulls her hand and moves in a certain direction.
Muyan stares blankly. Following his force, she sees Xiao Bao pulling her in front of a white pleated skirt. With a taut little face, he looks at the shopkeeper in all seriousness: "I want this one."
The shopkeeper looks at him in astonishment, then looks at Muyan.
He sees Xiao Bao taking out a gold leaf from his bosom and throwing it to the shopkeeper, "Give it to me!"
Even though it's just a four-year-old child speaking, that commanding tone and cold, sharp eyes completely intimidate the shopkeeper.
He blindly takes the white dress down and mechanically introduces it: "Little gongzi really has a good eye. This dress is our shop's treasure. The whole dress is woven from quicksand threads. After wearing it, not only can it make a woman as graceful and ethereal as a fairy descending to earth, it also has the effect of warming in winter and cooling in summer."
Xiao Bao looks at him in disgust, "One gold leaf isn't enough?" Why so much nonsense?
"Yes, yes, yes! It's long been enough! " The shopkeeper says repeatedly, even wanting to return the gold leaf in fear and trepidation, "In fact, the gold coins that girl just gave me are enough."
Xiao Bao doesn't take it, but holds the dress in front of Muyan, "Niangqin!"
Muyan's smiling eyes are shining. She crouches down and caresses the smooth texture of the dress, "Does Xiao Bao want to buy clothes for niangqin?"
Xiao Bao nods with a taut face, his pair of big ice-blue eyes are clearer than the sky after the rain.
Muyan's eyes curve, "Xiao Bao, do you think niangqin will look good in it?"
"En." Xiao Bao nods seriously, "Niangqin looks the best."
Muyan, who is overjoyed by her son's praise, happily takes the dress and says to the shopkeeper: "Wrap it up for me, and also wrap this, this, and this cloth."
Mu Yan was referring to cloth because there were no ready-made clothes suitable for children to wear in this shop.
"Xiaobao, I'll buy some cloth and personally sew clothes for you, okay?"
Xiaobao expressionlessly turned his head away, indicating his refusal.
With his mother's craftsmanship, it was already very good that she could put two pieces of cloth together. In the beginning, when he didn't have many belongings in the mountains, it was Xiaobao who mended his torn clothes.
Mu Yan likes to see her baby son's expression of disgust and reluctance to hurt her heart the most, so she deliberately picks him up and says in a downcast mood: "Does Xiao Bao think that niangqin's clothes are not good-looking?"
Sure enough, Xiao Bao immediately hugs Muyan's neck and puts his little head on her shoulder. He says in a low voice: "I don't mind. As long as niangqin made it, Xiao Bao will wear it."
Even if it didn't look good, even if it was tattered, as long as it was made by his mother, he would feel warm and happy when he wore it.
The rims of Muyan's eyes are slightly hot, and she hugs the little person in her arms a little tighter.
Xiao Bao, thank you, thank you for being able to stay by niangqin's side for the rest of her life.
It was you who made my life not only filled with dark and bloody revenge, but it was also you who gave me the courage to continue living.
She suddenly remembers what Baili Yinlou said in her mind – Xiao Bao can only live up to ten years old in the Yanwu Continent.
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