MTL - The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss-Chapter 70 If I see one today, I will fan one
chapter 70
The voice of the phone waiting to be connected is repeated.
Tang Wenhuo also seemed to know what kind of virtue the person on the other end of the phone was, and leaned against the door very patiently.
It wasn't until the last one or two that the phone was picked up.
It was very quiet, about five seconds later—
Yanmi's lazy voice was low and soft, as if she had just woken up: "...what are you doing?"
"Get up and work."
Tang Wenhuo smirked.
Shendu No. 1 High School lunch time has passed.
Lazy-haired pretty teenager sleeping on the table drooped his eyelids.
The curled eyelashes are a little bit crystal, and the crimson lips are like roses in full bloom. Hearing this, he turned his head slightly.
showed a beautiful and fair neck curve, and a smile was drawn from the corner of his lips.
is more lazy and bad.
"...go for treatment when you are sick, and hang up."
"Help Jinjin check things."
Tang Wenhuo slowly interrupted the other party's words. From previous exchanges, he seemed to be certain that the other party would not ignore it after hearing this.
Sure enough, the other party paused, not rebellious enough to hang up the phone.
asked a few simple questions, again that kind of lazy, leisurely, listening to the tone of wanting to hit him.
"I'm going home this weekend."
"Tell that bad baby - I'll be paid for directing me."
After these two sentences , the phone suddenly fell into a busy tone.
Tang Wenhuo: …
Horse, this little bastard, what is it!
Still bad baby?
Still getting paid?
Why don't you go to heaven, you rebellious brat? !
***
And Tang Wenhuo just returned to the house.
The dishes have been ordered and served one after another.
Liang's family is very hospitable, except the youngest one is a little awkward.
Hearing that the little milk dumpling was looking into things, he immediately asked enthusiastically and wanted to help.
"Danzou District?"
Father Liang was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look at Mother Liang.
"Before our family was attacked and donated a lot of money, is that place in Danzou District?"
"Yes, yes, it seems to be called Mingjin Village in Danzou District."
Liang Mu also quickly recalled and spoke.
"Speaking of which, He Minhong lives not far from Danzou District, right next to it."
The little milk dumpling had a flash of inspiration.
"Did Uncle Liang tell me before that Nuo culture is prevalent there?"
"Yes, this time, they plan to use the funding to develop Nuo culture and build tourist areas. In order to get rid of poverty, the village party secretary in their place is very responsible. It can be seen that they really want to take the village they are responsible for to get rid of poverty and become rich. They also invited me to visit them."
"What exactly is this Nuo culture?"
Liang Chao asked curiously.
Tang Jin was just fed a taro ball by Liang Ke next to him, and Xiao Ni's voice was even more vague: "Nuo culture is a very primitive culture, similar to the sacrifice of gods and ghosts. It used to be very popular in Yunguo, and now Yunguo still has Some villages retain these traces."
She paused and tried to swallow the taro ball.
Then he glanced aside inadvertently.
instantly widened a pair of cat eyes and looked at Liang Ke holding one in one hand beside him. He might think that children like to eat this kind of sweet food, and he was going to feed Tang Jin's mouth when she was empty.
The little milk dumpling shrank back and raised his little hand to politely resist.
Make it impossible.
The mouth is small, and I can't make one or two.
"How can you feed your child like this?!"
Mother Liang listened to her words, but when she saw Tang Jin stopped suddenly, she involuntarily glanced to the side, and saw the attitude of her own **** - she raised her hand and slapped it on his bald head.
"his-"
Liang Ke put down the taro ball and covered the back of his head.
Mother Liang was stunned by this feeling.
"Yo hoo, don't say it, it's quite loud."
It feels completely different from when you have hair.
Liang Ke:…
"No, can you stop beating me and sum up your experience?"
Liang Ke finally compromised and looked at the next dish.
Tang Jin breathed a sigh of relief before continuing to speak.
"The most popular dance at that time was called Nuo dance, which is often referred to now as ghost dance. It used to be an entertainment dance used to worship gods and expel plagues. Later, this dance was adapted to do bad things. Today, it has been used in Taoist history. I have seen similar descriptions in the records, and it was once a major case, and then this culture fell into a low ebb.”
seriously.
Listening to a five-year-old little milk doll over there telling them clearly what happened in history.
feels powerful and subtle.
"Afterwards, most of them were passed down as costume masks."
Small milk dumplings are serious.
White cheeks, with golden crumbs from the outside of the taro **** on the lips.
"And the mask is a very important form of expression of Nuo culture, and it has various meanings. I have never been able to understand why there is a mask-like thing on the head of the ji, and it does not do much to suppress After all, many people related to this ghost have already died, but if the ghost can't hurt the person who killed her, it can be divided into so much resentment, and it can be explained by greed. ."
The little milk dumpling turned his head suddenly.
"Check the mask! Sister Chengzhen's power and her simple descriptions must also have something to do with the mask."
If you can't see any trace of it coming true, then go to He Minhong, who passed away more than ten years ago!
Make a breach out of her.
"and also."
The domineering little milk group jumped off the stool and looked up at his brother.
"What he can do is leak-proof, certainly not once or twice. This kind of person who is not a ghost is better than a ghost must be caught! Today, I have to go to Mingjin Village in Danzou District to take a look!"
***
When Tang Wenhuo came home with the milk ball, his face was still a little dark.
After all, such a big kid wants to go to a place that may be dangerous alone.
Parents are estimated to have black faces.
-
"How dangerous is that place? Now that we have found a breakthrough, let someone check it out. There is no need to go there in person. There are still many children in the kindergarten waiting for today."
"It's alright, mom has to believe Jinjin, this guy who does bad things based on his own place, Jinjin can see one fan fly one by one!"
"We don't know the details of each other, what security is there to go there?"
"Brother, the police uncle will also protect us. They are all righteous and evil spirits dare not approach."
"Don't go."
"Isn't this my father's baby now? I like my father the most today."
Precise strikes one by one, or honey cannonballs, the bomber will be dizzy.
She is so good too!
Tang Yan sat beside him for a long time, just thinking about opening his mouth.
But when he opened his mouth and was interrupted once by the family who was eager to protect the cub next to him, he had already said this. When the little milk dumpling looked over, he held it back for a long time: "Uncle, auntie is right."
Tang Jin:…
In the end, the old man sat on the sofa next to him and looked at the little milk cub surrounded by a group of people.
Some people are destined to be surrounded by sweet honey, and some people fight for it. This kind of life often makes a person unknowingly put his status very high.
But the little milk dumplings are still firm and pure without the slightest corrosion.
"You can go."
There is one more chapter in a while, and there is one more chapter left to make up for tomorrow morning at noon
See you soon, babies
(end of this chapter)
