Charming Demon King Palace: This concubine is very charming and cute

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"What did you do to the princess?!"

When Mu Ziqiu saw it, he immediately became nervous, stretched out his sharp claws, and wanted to go forward again.

But the wild cat's brows were slowly stretched under the soft light of the mandala.

The originally painful expression gradually became peaceful, and finally the breathing became steady and serene. [

When Mandala saw it, he showed a knowing smile, then put the wild cat down slowly, got up and said:

"Didn't I say that I don't have any malice towards the princess, it's just that the valet is prejudiced against me! That's right, our mandala can indeed secrete a confusing smell, but it can also soothe people! For example, let the princess be confused at this moment. And the dreaded nightmare turned into a sweet dream!"

Mandala walked to Mu Ziqiu and said.

Mu Ziqiu glanced at the wild cat lying on the bed, and made sure that she had really calmed down, so he withdrew his sharp claws.

"If you are not good for the princess, even if you are the side husband chosen by the elders' house, even if you are the young master of the flower demon clan, I will not let you go!"

Mu Ziqiu looked at the mandala and said.

Only a princess would be deceived by his beautiful appearance and his pretended weakness.

Black Mandala, how powerful is he, beyond the knowledge of the princess!

"Rather than say so, my valet, why not do your duty well!"

Mandala said without any threat.

"What's the meaning?!"

Mu Ziqiu's voice paused, and he frowned and looked at Mandala.

"Isn't it the responsibility of the valet to protect the princess? It can be seen that the valet is not doing well, so before accusing others, shouldn't you think about your own behavior?!"

After Mandala finished speaking, without looking at Mu Ziqiu again, he turned around and strode towards the door.

Mu Ziqiu looked at the back of the mandala. He was always calm, but this time he was provoked by the mandala and clenched his fists tightly.

When the maid on the side saw the mandala leaving, she was so frightened that she knelt down on the ground, not daring to raise her head.

Mu Ziqiu walked to the side of the bed, looked at the wild cat that had been sleeping deeply and peacefully, his eyes narrowed slightly, his brows were deeply wrinkled, his thin lips were tightly closed, then he bent down and stretched out his hand, a ball of pink light gathered on Mu Ziqiu hands.