Chapter 5650 Illusion 9

"Mother, Daddy despises Xiaotuanzi!" Baby Mo opened his mouth to complain.

Mo Lian hooked her long leg, and directly sent the little thing in front of the Peach Blossom God Venerable.

Feng Chen hugged a stinky little treasure, throwing it or not, his handsome face turned green immediately.

"You are too stinky little dumpling."

"Have you?" The little guy raised his sleeve to smell it, blinked his eyes, and reached out to touch his face.

"Uncle Peach Blossom, could it be that what I dug before was not soil, but bird droppings?" The guy jumped into the arms of Peach Blossom God Venerable, and rubbed back and forth on his clothes.

Chen Chen was a little petrified, and the hands holding the little guy were a little stiff.

Mo Lian giggled, nodded and said, "It seems very likely. Or maybe, the pot of soil you dug was mixed with bird droppings."

Mrs. Qiao Qiao thinks that Qiao Qiao's lotus is probably the truth.

So he pinched his nose and called out, "Son, please send that pot of soil to the uncles and aunts over there."

"Let them all paint."

"Okay." Mo Baobao looked at his mother with bright phoenix eyes, "Mother, would you like to come and have some?"

"No need." I thank you and your family!

It smells so bad, son, keep it for yourself and enjoy it slowly.

"Strange, it didn't smell that bad when I dug it." The little guy muttered as he got off Rotten Peach Blossom's body, walked towards the people in the sanctuary over there with short legs.

It may be that it has been sealed in the jar for a long time, so the smell is all emitted.

"All uncles and aunts, here you go." Mo Baobao happily raised the jar in his hand, and handed it to the stiff-faced man with a big belly.

"Don't panic. I still have a few cans left after I've used it up. It's definitely enough."

"Thank you, young master." The man with a big belly almost forced out those words from between his teeth.

Thank you, my family, little boy!

"You're welcome." The child nodded solemnly, "Just remember to owe me a favor. My mother said that it's not rude to come and go! I believe that you are all adults, and you will keep your promise."

Sanctuary people: ...

Why did Mao not want to talk to this brat so much?

Little devil, can you stay away from us? I really don't want to be bullied by you anymore.

But it's strange to say that the special substance of the can of bird droppings to stir the soil is really very useful.

During the time the little ones came and talked, not a single blackbird swooped down to attack them.

Obviously they themselves hate that smell very much.

"Hurry up and paint it on." The little guy looked at them encouragingly, "You are all adults, and you should understand the truth better than me. Compared with your own life, the smell is more important Yes."

"We live in this world, our face counts as a horse, and if we lose our life, we really lose everything."

Confused, everyone hurriedly opened the jar, divided up the soil and feces inside, and painted it on for themselves.

Please don't say any more, ancestor, let's go!

Mo Baobao was a little depressed, squatting at her mother's feet through her mother's eggshell cover and said softly, "They don't like to talk to me. They don't talk to me after three sentences."

His mother encouraged him through the hood, "Son, don't be discouraged. People who didn't like to talk to mother before died later."

Everyone: ...