Then How Could He be Spoiled?

When he arrived at the place where he was battling the black bear, he suddenly thought of something. "Where is the man who was just here?"

"The one you were protecting?" Su Mingyu raised an eyebrow, "I remember you call him the Third Prince?"

Tuoba Wuyi nodded in a slightly anxious manner: "That's right, he's the third prince of Mongolia."

Su Mingyu knit her brows, "Then is he being pampered?"

"Khan's favorite prince." Tuoba didn't even have the mood to explain to Su Mingyu anymore, he was so anxious that he was almost scratching his head.

If he took part in an event like this and lost the third prince, then he could only commit suicide to atone for his loss.

Seeing him like this, Su Mingyu pursed her lips, walked to the bush that had just been hiding, and picked up that person by the collar before slipping out.

When Tuoba Wuyi saw that person, he hurriedly stepped forward in surprise. "You hid it?"