Blood Race Little Milk Bag: I became a group pet by punching in

Chapter 49 Make Brother Happy

"Conspiracy calculations among adults, you actually dare to lead children, you really have no bottom line at all."

Bai Siheng stepped hard on Wu Xiang's chest with a little force, like stepping on a can.

"Ah ah ah."

The man screamed in pain, extremely sharp and unpleasant.

"Noisy!"

Bai Siheng tore off the fabric of Wu Xiang's clothes in disgust, directly gagged the boy's mouth, beat him in a muffled voice, and the irritability and annoyance in his heart suddenly subsided a lot.

Bai Zhiyi stood there stunned, his eyes regained their brilliance, his usual indifferent and calm expression seemed to be mixed with some confusion and confusion, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

"There's no need to thank you, Brother Sheng, come and listen, your kid will not be cute at all when he grows up."

Bai Siheng's voice sounded at the right time, as if he had guessed someone's mind, his tone was teased, then he patted the dirt on his hands, and kicked Wu Xiang again.

"Heh, just pretend to be passionate and meddle in your own business."

Bai Zhiyi seemed to be stepped on a sore spot that he didn't want to talk about, and was about to leave quickly, but Bai Siheng's clear words came from behind him.

"Since it's ahead of time, don't hold on anymore."

The boy's eyes sank, his footsteps paused slightly, and he remained silent, as if he didn't want to pay attention.

"You will die sooner or later, don't even have a cemetery by then."

Bai Siheng looked at the indifferent back that was gradually moving away, until the door was closed heavily, he was stunned for a moment, angry and annoyed in his heart, he made a few more kicks to the unconscious Wu Xiang, his mouth was broken read:
"I'm your brother, it's fine if you don't say thank you, but you still slam the door? Who did you learn from?"

……

When Bai Zhiyi returned to the lounge, he had already adjusted his mood, but the sound of closing the door just now was a bit loud, which attracted Zhou Yuan and Ling Luo's attention.

The sound insulation in the lounge was particularly good, so the two of them never noticed what was going on outside.

"Brother, did you go out just now?"

Lingluo immediately abandoned the model of Chasing the Wind, ran over with her short legs, threw herself into the boy's arms and rubbed her hands, the inexplicable panic and anxiety slightly weakened.

Although Xiaotuanzi especially likes Chasing Feng's model, her brother is more important to her.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

I don't know why Lingluo can feel her brother's depression keenly, it's like a glass window covered with a thick layer of gray, the sunlight can't penetrate, which makes people especially concerned.

"It's okay, let's go home."

Bai Zhiyi hugged the little milk ball in his arms, stood up and left quickly, not paying attention to Zhou Yuan who was confused.

The door of the lounge swayed slightly, and the sunlight penetrating in only occupied a small part of the ground.

The breeze blows up the scattered fallen leaves. It is like a prodigal son who can't find his way back. In the end, he can only become the nourishment of the soil.

In the swaying shade of the trees, the boy and the youth passed by, like two parallel lines that do not intersect. They are clearly close at hand, but they seem to feel the distance that is constantly pushing away.

"Brother Heng, don't you want to..."

"To shut up."

Bai Siheng punched the tree, his irritated mood was like boiling water, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and left here in an instant.

Zhou Yuan looked at Wu Xiang who was beaten into a pig's head on the ground, and helplessly helped his forehead.

What are these things, ancestor, I will be away for a while, and you have caused another trouble.

Although Brother Heng has a bad temper occasionally, he doesn't hit people casually. It is estimated that this kid has done something bad.

This place doesn't seem to be monitored, so let's run away first.

……

"Uncle, brother is so strange."

Lingluo asked 049 silently in her mind, her fair and delicate face was full of gloom and worry.

049 seemed to be vaguely aware of that strange aura. It wasn't sure what it was, but it suddenly remembered the day Bai Xiaochen went crazy, and the scene in front of him was so strange that it seemed familiar.

[Boys are in a bad mood for a few days every month, just like now, so don't worry too much. 】

"Is that right?"

Xiaotuanzi felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't refute Uncle System's words. It seemed that such an explanation was the most reasonable one.

【Uncle, how could you lie to Zai Zai? 】

049's heart unconsciously raised his throat, and occasionally Zai Zai's intuition is so sharp that it makes him feel scared.

"Ok."

Lingluo leaned her head on Bai Zhiyi's shoulder, lying on her stomach like a deflated ball.

Xiaotuanzi thought for a while, her eyes lit up, she stretched out her arm and tried to reach her brother's shoulder, but it was obviously too short, so she could only gently pat Bai Zhiyi's back with her small palm, and said sullenly:

"Brother, be good, Wo has been with my brother all the time."

"If you're not happy, fly away, okay?"

Bai Zhiyi felt the clumsy embrace of his own little milk bag, and it was as if a gust of hot wind gushed into his dark and cold heart, dispelling a small piece of heavy cumulus cloud.

His body was slightly stiff, his throat was so dry and hoarse that he didn't know what to say for a while.

This actually has nothing to do with Lingluo.

Bai Zhiyi knew this clearly, he just thought of some things that were destined to happen in the future.

As early as the moment the decision was made, it had already foreshadowed such a result.

So... why are you still hesitating.

Bai Zhiyi stretched out his hand to cover Lingluo's ignorant and sincere eyes, his burning worry was incomprehensible, and his heart trembled subconsciously for a moment.

The answer seems clear and straightforward.

No matter what the future holds, just grasp the present.

"Brother?" Xiaotuanzi tilted his head and rubbed the palm covering his eyes, calling Bai Zhiyi subconsciously.

"Well, seeing that Luoluo is unhappy, she really flew away."

Bai Zhiyi drew back his slender and slender fingertips, and gently rubbed Lingluo's head, as if he wanted to mess up the little guy's hair.

"Ah baa? You can't make a mess of the nest."

"Ah."

"Brother, you can't pinch your face anymore, it will turn into a bun."

"Ah."

"If you bully Wo like this again, people will ignore you."

"But brother is in a bad mood, bullying Luoluo can make him happier."

"Then... well, I can only pinch for a while."

The young man's clear and bright laughter flowed past his ears like sweet spring water, occasionally mixed with some childish voices, and the invisible warmth permeated quietly.

At that time, the sun was just right and the breeze was warm. Large and small shadows fell on the ground and moved slowly eastward.

In the distance, the crowd gathered in the open-air field gradually dispersed, and the noise gradually disappeared.

The figure standing under the shade of the tree was staring at the direction where Bai Zhiyi and Lingluo left, his eyes reflected a gloomy emotion, doubt, complexity, and incomprehension. All kinds of emotions were intertwined, and finally turned into a calm ocean.

Some questions do not need to be asked face to face, the answers have already been revealed in actions.

　Twilight is going to update quietly, and then fry up some diving fish, um, all grilled, sprinkled with cumin and chili noodles, and the children next door are crying.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)