Hey, hey, don't go! I have something to say! Hurry and save him! Go save Sister September! She must have been taken away by bad guys...

She watched helplessly as everyone in the room left one after another, unable to utter a sound. Bai He glanced sideways at the door, her heart filled with anxiety, but her face remained expressionless.

Oh! Sister September, you can't blame me. You're the one who beat me up like this, leaving me unable to speak or tell them anything.

Although I know you didn't mean it, there's really nothing I can do to help you right now. Staring helplessly at the ceiling, Bai He felt utterly resigned.

"Meow!" Just as the door was about to close, Mo Tian turned around and saw Bai He's dejected eyes.

"Wait a minute, I'll go feed Baihe; she must be hungry." Relieved that Baihe was alright, Biyu went to the dining table and began eating noodles…

There seemed to be soft footsteps coming from the doorway. The footsteps were so light that they were almost silent. Who could it be? Who is it? Can you help me?

As long as she heard the sound, Baihe seemed to see hope.

"Meow!" Blue Cat Mo Tian suddenly appeared, climbing up from the bedside, his bright blue eyes scrutinizing Bai He.

He is the king, truly the king. Seeing this small figure, Bai He felt a surge of excitement deep within her.

"You, Mo Tian!" Mo Tian opened his mouth and meowed. "Who are you? Why do you need my help?"

Unexpectedly, two people who cannot speak can communicate.

Don't you recognize me? I'm Bai He! My sister Bi Yu and I came from Tongling City to find you, and then...

Seeing that Mo Tian could hear her thoughts, Bai He quickly told him the whole story.

However, Mo Tian seemed distracted, looking around as if he didn't care at all.

I'm just asking you, does this have anything to do with Wan'er? If it has nothing to do with Wan'er, I don't want to hear it... Sure enough, Mo Tian remained unmoved. He meowed and prepared to jump off the bed.

"How could you do this? She's Lord Zhuoyue's daughter, and she might now be in..."

If it has nothing to do with Wan'er, then it has nothing to do with me either, humph! Mo Tian snorted coldly, turned around and left the room.

Oh my god! Is this still our king? What happened to him? Why is he calling Wan'er so casually, acting like he has no ambition?

Where did the problem lie? Upon careful recollection, Bai He suddenly remembered that when she was with Wang in September, she seemed very nervous and even gave Wang something to eat.

She also seemed to say that she hoped Wang would open his eyes and see her. Could this be some kind of evil thing?

What should I do? How can I convince him to go and save Sister September? Or should I just wait until I recover before telling them?

But wouldn't this cause delays? Perhaps this is a grand conspiracy; if we don't act soon, we'll be in a passive position.

Bai He stared at the ceiling, racking her brains for a way to persuade Mo Tian...

Hmph! Why tell me things that have nothing to do with Wan'er? My duty is to protect Wan'er; I don't want her to suffer even the slightest harm...

Mo Tian lay on the sofa, looking at the bowl of noodles being eaten at the dining table opposite, her eyes filled with happiness.

"Mo Tian, ​​why aren't you coming to eat? I've already prepared something for you." Wan'er's voice was always so pleasant. Hearing Wan'er's call, Mo Tian felt instantly relieved. He leaped up from the sofa, stepped over the coffee table, and ran forward, easily jumping onto the dining table.

“You’re still the same as before, you like to sit at the dining table to eat,” Wan’er reached out and habitually patted Mo Tian’s head and back from top to bottom.