shock!The tyrant's three-year-old milk group is a Xuanmen boss

Chapter 144
The dinner table.

Si Qiandu lowered his eyes.

The image of Xia Xuan touching the little thing's head was still in his mind.

There is a sense of dryness circulating in my heart.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the little milk ball who was concentrating on eating.

This irritability is even worse.

Already a three-year-old girl!How can you let others touch your head at will?
Ever since it was discovered that killing this little dumpling would also cause him to be hanged instantly by a wolfskin collar.

Si Qiandu became more and more inexplicably concerned about killing this little dumpling.

Just eat Yun Lie's soul.

His mana would be restored enough to break free from the wolfskin collar around his neck.

At that time, he will be able to eat this soft little thing without any scruples.

And his prey, how could he allow others to have a hand in it.

Even if the family is fine, Xia Xuan dares to touch it? !

Si Qiandu's face was sullen, and his mood was getting worse and worse.

It seems that Xia Xuan is still puzzled by the fishbone...

He couldn't kill him in front of Little Things.

Otherwise, let him fall again on Jinfeng Mountain later?
The black-bellied boy secretly planned.

While eating, the little milk ball suddenly felt a chill behind her back.

"Huh~ Did the wind blow over you just now? It's so cold all of a sudden."
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The three of them rested for a while after lunch.

So he got a carriage from Zhizhou Mansion to Jinfeng Mountain.

When the chariots and horses reached the halfway up the mountain.

Yun Youfu opened the car curtain, and suddenly found a group of men dressed in commoner clothes holding hoes and shovels.

Go to a path in the mountains.

The little guy suddenly tugged at Si Qiandu's sleeve beside him.

"Brother Dudu, there will be field hemp on the mountainside? Where are these people going with those farm tools?"

Si Qiandu glanced at the direction the small road leads to, his deep eyes darkened.

"do not know."

At this time, Xia Xuan, who was opposite them, suddenly slapped his thigh, and said happily: "There are relatively few farmlands on the mountain, but there are more fruit trees. It is autumn now, and these people must be fruit farmers who are going to harvest fruit. Follow up and buy some fresh fruit to eat?"

Yun Youfu suddenly became interested.

"Ah! That's great, I don't know what kind of fruit tree it is? Fufu wants to eat little strawberries!"

Si Qiandu knocked her on the head expressionlessly.

"Little fool, strawberries don't grow on trees!"

The little milk dumpling hugged her head in pain: "Ugh~ you're so hot!"

Xia Xuan quickly came over to persuade them: "Qiandu, little Diji, don't quarrel, what is the fruit, let's follow up and see, and if you don't go, they will disappear!"

Little Naituan hurriedly said with tears in his eyes, "Elbow! Follow up and have a look!"

The three handed the carriage to the coachman.

Then he followed the direction of those fruit growers and chased after them.

Along the way, I passed a large orange grove.

But the strange thing is that those few fruit growers did not stop in the orange grove, but continued to go deeper into the path.

But soon, the three of them followed them to the final destination of these fruit growers.

"Huh...it's a temple." Yun Youfu muttered.

She didn't see that behind her, Si Qiandu's pupils suddenly tightened.

When those fruit growers arrived in front of the temple, one of them raised his ax and said.

"What is the view of God of calamity! It's not auspicious to hear it. No wonder there will be landslides in Fenzhou. Let's smash this view. Winter is coming. The wood for the temple can be moved down the mountain as firewood in the winter, and the roof tiles can also be taken home. How about we use it ourselves?"

The fruit growers responded immediately.

"Okay! Do it!"

"Smash this catastrophe view!!"

(End of this chapter)