1023 Be Good at Home

Duan Yue fished out a small box and handed it to Qiao Mu. He then huddled close and told her in a suppressed voice, "These are ten enhanced Core Ravaging Thunders, which are twice as destructive as the ones I gave you before. You should exert less energy when you are away from home. Should you encounter troublemakers that pester you endlessly all day long, directly blast them dead to avoid dealing with a buttload of trouble."

At this, he winked at Qiao Mu evilly.

Giving a nod, Qiao Mu very conveniently put the box away in her own inner world.

"Then I'm going now! You guys be good at home. Don't fight." As Qiao Mu stretched out her small hand to very naturally stroke Duan Yue's dog head, she instructed thus in an extremely pleasant mood.

Afterwards, when she saw the two men's simultaneously amused and exasperated expressions, she quickly retracted her gaze and turned around to make a run for it.

Sigh, truthfully speaking, these two people were of about the same height, and their statures were similarly tall, upright, and elegant.

One wore clothes the color of fading ink and possessed phoenix eyes that twinkled with his every glance, while the other wore clothes the color of snow and was like a blossoming peach blossom. They each commanded earth-shaking beauty, so the scene where they stood together as a pair was practically too beautiful for one to look at.

Strange, back when she was still a baby girl, she felt that everyone looked pretty much the same.

Especially those batches of youths serving the crown prince—she simply couldn't distinguish one from the other!

In her tiny worldview! Men, actually all looked pretty much the same.

So in her eyes, Duan Yue, this guy, was particularly weird and hilarious.

A man that narcissistically praised his own looks in front of her all day long, even mistakenly believing that she only showed him mercy because of his looks…

Ha ha! Was that possible?

However, since she was now grown up, it seemed like her standards of aesthetic appreciation had also slowly returned to normal.

Just now, she actually felt for some reason that those two peerlessly wicked devils were simply so beautiful that they incurred the wrath of Heaven and the anger of men. That scene was so picturesque that it could totally be preserved for eternity.

Mhm, it seemed like her face blindness could be cured.

After she reached out to caress her wooden little face, a strange thought popped into her head. Hm, then could her stoic face be cured…

Qiao Mu straddled the war hawk's back while still in a perplexed mood.

The seven war hawks took flight, spreading their wings as they soared into the sky. In the blink of an eye, they had become seven small dots that gradually disappeared from Mo Lian and Duan Yue's sight.

Qiao Mu activated her defensive barrier first thing, isolating herself in an environment unaffected by the strong wind outside.

In her boredom, she fished out a bag of preserved fruit and tossed one into her mouth.

Seventh Miss Duan, who was flying alongside her, couldn't help but pucker her small mouth when she saw this. A shadow flitted across her small, round, and rosy face. "Hey, you're still in the mood to eat?"

Qiao Mu turned to glance at Seventh Miss Duan.

Duan Yue seemed to loathe the bunch of siblings in his family very much. Other than his grandfather, it looked like Duan Yue treated everyone else lukewarmly.

Just earlier, Duan Yue had clearly seen Seventh Duan, yet he ignored her, passing on by without even sparing her a single glance.

That's why Qiao Mu felt that she didn't need to pay attention to this Miss Duan.

Seeing that Qiao Mu wasn't responding, Duan Siren couldn't resist asking after a while, "Crown Prince Consort, you… you have a very good relationship with Fourth Brother, right."

Qiao Mu turned her head to glance at her. "Didn't you see already?"

This fellow, asking a question while already knowing the answer. She was just trying to make pointless conversation! Didn't she know that it was very tiring to speak?

Previously, she had no choice but to say that much when dealing with those orioles and swallows, but after she returned home, she was so tired that she just plopped on the bed and fell asleep.

Duan Siren hung her small head and bit her lips before asking, "Then, then can you help us persuade him?"