"Mother, father dislikes Little League!" Mo Baobao opens his mouth to complain.
Ink lotus long legs hook, directly sent the little thing to the peach blossom God.
Tan Chen holds a smelly treasure. He doesn't throw it without it. A handsome face turns green.
"You stink a lot."
"Yes?" The little guy also raised his sleeve to smell it, blinked, and reached out to touch his face.
"Uncle peach blossom, did I dig bird droppings instead of soil?" The goods jumped into the arms of the peach blossom God and rubbed on his clothes back and forth.
Tan Chen was a little petrified, holding the little guy's hand, which was a little stiff.
Mo Lian chuckled and nodded, "it seems likely. Or maybe there is bird droppings in the pot of soil you dig. "
Lord Qiao Qiao thinks that Joe's lotus is the truth.
So he pinched his nose and called out, "son, you can send that pot of soil to the uncles and aunts over there."
"Let them all paint it."
"OK." Mo Baobao looks at his mother with a pair of bright Phoenix eyes. "Mother, would you like some?"
"No more." I thank your family!
It's so smelly. You can keep it for yourself and enjoy it.
"It's strange that I didn't smell that bad when I dug." While muttering, the little guy came down from the rotten peach blossom and walked to the holy land people on his short legs.
Maybe it's been sealed in the jar for a long time, so the smell will all come out.
"For you, aunts and uncles." Mo Baobao happily held up the jar in his hand and handed it to the man with a stiff belly.
"Don't panic. I have several cans left after using them. Absolutely enough. "
"Thank you, young man." The man with big belly almost forced those words out of his teeth.
Thank you for your family!
"You're welcome." The child nodded seriously, "just remember to owe me a favor. My mother said, come and not be rude! I believe that you are all adults, and you will keep your promise. "
Holy land people:
Why Mao didn't want to talk to this kid?
Can you stay away from us, little devil? I really don't want to be hounded by you.
However, it's strange that the special material of bird droppings mixing soil is very useful.
During the time when the little guy came to talk, no black bird swooped down to attack them.
It shows that they are disgusted with the smell.
"Paint it quickly." The little guy looked at them encouragingly. "You are all adults. You should all know the truth better than me. The smell of stink is more important than your life. "
"We are living in the world, and we have no face. If we lose our life, we will lose everything."
They were so confused that they quickly opened the jar and spread the dirt and feces in it.
Please don't say any more, ancestor, you go!
Mo Baobao is a little depressed. He squats at his mother's feet across her mother's egg shell cover and whispers, "they don't like to talk to me. If you don't say three words, you will ignore me. "
His mother encouraged him across the hood, "son, don't be discouraged. People who didn't like to talk to their mothers before died later. "
Everyone: