MTL - The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts-Chapter 416 : They all think I'm a little bully
Jiang Fu: "..."
How can she let this little... Uh, no, the old devil knows, she is only a teenager this year, so she can't be her big sister?
However, the ancestor who is already 1933 and a half years old this year didn't take it seriously. He put down his white and tender little hands with a smile, raised his eyes, smiled innocently, and asked:
"When will my sister burn paper money for me~"
"I have never had relatives, and no one has ever burned paper money for me~"
"I also want the money my sister burned~"
She floated down slowly, a pair of little feet landed on the floor, white and transparent, and the crystal clear little toes in front were tightly curled together, looking very pitiful.
Jiang Fu finally couldn't hold it back, lowered his head and stretched out his hand in front of her to shake, squatted down and said, "Okay, I'll burn it for you, what else do you want, I'll burn it for you together."
She even thought about it seriously, and asked, "Do you want to burn some food, and a small toy, a small windmill?"
She sees people burning these things during the Qingming Festival.
Jiuqu's eyelids twitched, little windmill, he also told this brat before, oh, it was the old ghost king who said that.
He vaguely remembered that the old ghost king didn't seem to want it very much.
However, the little ghost king in front of Jiang Fu raised his eyes and happily asked:
"Really, my sister wants to burn a small windmill for me. No one has ever burned this thing for me. I'm looking forward to it!"
"...Haven't you played this before?" Jiang Fu squatted in front of her and saw the child's surprise, and felt his nose ache.
She had never played this game when she was a child. Every time she went to the street, she would want it very much when she saw the small windmill turning in the wind, but she knew that her parents would definitely not buy it for her.
So she never asked for it.
Now that she has money, she is not interested in these things anymore.
The majestic little ghost king, the souls of the four directions will bow their heads and bow their heads when they see it. Let alone **** a small windmill from them for fun, even if they want to **** them up, no one dares to refuse. A tortured death for them.
But in front of Jiang Fu, the little ghost king who was tired of playing eight hundred years ago, Xiao Fengche, still nodded his head, but he was pitiful, and said aggrievedly:
"No, I picked up broken ones before, and they were snatched away by a few ghosts stronger than me. They all bullied me..."
Jiuqu loosened his fingers, and the mahogany sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap".
He turned his head to look at the pitiful little ghost king pretending to be wronged: "?"
Wake up, you are one thousand nine hundred and thirty-three and a half years old this year, maybe even older than the age you said, and if this is the case, how many ghosts in the world can bully you?
Don't talk about snatching your little windmill, if you want it, all the little windmills in the world will be delivered to you, so what are you putting here? Really.
Don't you just die, you look cute early, is this for you to pretend?
The little ghost king thinks so.
She used to think that Xiaomengmeng's appearance was not good at all, and she had no prestige among ghosts, but now she felt that this face was not bad, very useful, at least her sister liked it.
She stretched out her little hand, clenched it into a fist, rubbed her eyes lightly, and her voice became more and more aggrieved, "They all think I'm a little bully..."
"So everything is robbing me..."
