Late at night, inside the military tent. Mu Xiong and Mu Ge looked at each other.
After a moment, Mu Xiong lightly coughed and cautiously asked, "Ge'er, do you know the Holy King?"
Who in the world would know that peeping maniac!
Mu Ge vehemently protested in her heart but showed no expression. She hadn't forgotten the look of fanaticism on her grandfather's face when that person appeared.
"I don't know him," Mu Ge replied flatly.
"Don't know him?" Mu Xiong's face showed disbelief. "If you don't know him, how could he know your name? And give you a top-grade elixir that made you alive and kicking immediately?"
Mu Ge was silent.
How would she know what was going on in that guy's head? In broad daylight, he used such a nauseatingly corny title to address her, then in front of everyone's varied expressions, popped out a purple-glowing elixir from the sedan, landing it in her mouth.
