Chapter 153 1.153 Why Are You Drooling!
"Morning brother and sister-in-law!" Qiao Zhongxing had a good night's sleep, happily brought his son to the entrance of Xiaohua hall, raised his eyes to see the eldest brother and his wife, and stopped with a smile.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned around, I saw my niece, who was usually calm and reserved, with the appearance of a little adult, was chasing by a strange thing and ran towards the flower hall behind him in a panic, with an unsteady expression in her mouth. The voice said, "Go back, you go back!!"
Qiao Zhongxing was stunned.
It was Qiao Hu, the son next to him, who exclaimed in alarm, "Father, it's a pheasant! Did you add food to us?"
Qiao Zhongbang and his wife: ...
"Cough, second brother, don't be nervous, let's go, let's have breakfast first." Qiao Zhongbang smiled and stepped forward to pat his second brother on the shoulder. Thinking of something, he reached out and took out a stack of ten charms from his cuff, and stuffed them into Qiao Zhongxing's pocket. hand.
"Brother, this is? Talisman paper?" The talisman paper sold in the shop is very expensive, and most of them are fake. Where did his elder brother get these.
"Well, the placeholder drawn by your niece. Let's go, let's go in and talk about it in detail."
A few people sat around the round table, and Qiao Zhongbang told his second brother how to use the storage talisman, raised his hand and patted the stunned younger brother, laughing.
"Second brother, it's enough for our family to know about this. Qiao Qiao said that this talisman is not difficult to draw, you just need to use it." Qiao Zhongbang nodded at him.
Qiao Zhongxing understood immediately, "Don't worry, big brother and sister-in-law, I won't tell anyone about the talisman."
It's amazing, his niece is actually a rare talisman master in the world!
Wei Ziqin gave a few more words to the children, and then turned to look at the eldest daughter who was chased downstairs by the "pheasant" and bounced back.
"Jojo..."
"Eat first!" Qiao Mu rushed out of the door again, and disappeared in an instant.
The snack guy gnawed on a piece of pastry and suddenly said in a milky voice, "Sister is so funny."
Everyone suddenly burst into laughter.
Qiao Mu ran out of the flower hall all the way, towards the gate. That damned chicken was chasing her all the way with its short wings flapping, clucking and squealing.
She has to swallow the bitter fruit of what she summoned herself!
Qiao Mu ran to the door and stopped suddenly, turned around and stretched out his hand at the weak chicken, shouting angrily, "Stop!"
The pheasant stopped with small steps, and suddenly flapped its small wings and clucked, spitting out a jet of water.
Little friend Qiao didn't take precautions. She didn't know that this weak chicken can also spit. Immediately, the sprayed head, face and whole body were covered with water, dripping down.
The little guy's eyes burst into flames!
Huo Di grabbed the ruler in his hand, and he couldn't help but chase after the weak chicken, "Don't run, you weak chicken!"
Let's see if she can't beat her to death!
"Cuckoo!" Don't look at this weak chicken, who looks like nothing, but is extremely nimble and clever. Seeing classmate Qiao rushing over with a fierce look, he hurriedly flapped his little wings and ran towards the entrance of the alley, screaming.
"Don't run!!" Qiao Mu was so angry and funny.
Turning a corner and arriving at the gate of the city lord's mansion, Qiao Mu paused slightly, unexpectedly, there were a group of people kneeling in front of the city lord's mansion.
The weak chicken rushed forward, leaving paw prints on the heads of several people, causing the crowd kneeling in front of the city lord's mansion to scream.
The corners of Qiao Mu's lips twitched slightly in anger, and he suddenly took out the spirit binding rope from his bosom and threw it out.
"Cuckoo!" The pheasant was wrapped around its feet by a hemp rope, and it wanted to run, but the child's wrists tightened. It flapped its short wings and screamed, and landed in the child's hands.