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

Chapter 374
Hearing this, the young man raised his eyebrows.

"What evil is looking for you? Why? Want to die?"

It's not just a wife of a three-year-old child: ...

"Fufu just needs new year's money! Huh, it's Fufu's fault. Fufu forgot that Mr. God of Evil has no one to give you money."

The young man frowned, and grabbed the little guy's hand.

"Oh? Then let me see if your new year's money can suppress this evil spirit like me?"

Afraid of messing up the beautiful and twitching little breasts that were tied up for the New Year: "It's wrong! It's wrong! Fufu came to you to share this money with you! Fufu will give brother Dudu some New Year's money, okay?"

Hearing this, the boy snorted softly and spoke lightly.

"I do not need."

The little guy was a little happy when he heard it, but after thinking about it, she said again.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want it. If you don't want it, Fufu will save the money to build you a temple of evil. Don't look at the amount of gold, it may only add up to two temples of evil. Save it Flowers do."

Seeing that she was still thinking about building a temple for him, the young man ticked the corner of his lips invisibly, and then asked casually.

"It seems that starting today is the new year for you guys. Do you have places you want to go, things you want to do? I'll take you there."

Little Naituan nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, okay! Let's go out to play in the palace tomorrow, and Fufu will do all the things that Chinese New Year will do!~"

The boy nodded casually and asked again.

"What will you do during Chinese New Year?"

The little guy was thinking about his precious bones, and asked Si Qiandu as he walked towards the Star Observation Tower.

"Brother Dudu, hasn't Ni celebrated the New Year?"

The boy was silent.

"Since Taishan woke up, I have been in northern Xinjiang, where the New Year's Eve is different from your big entropy."

The little guy sighed faintly.

"Speaking of which, Fufu is actually not very clear. Fufu has been in the Thousand Buddha Pagoda until she was three years old. This year is the first year spent outside the pagoda. Brother Dudu, how do people in northern Xinjiang celebrate the New Year? "

The boy thought for a while and said slowly.

"On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the people in northern Xinjiang will celebrate the new year. Later, when the new year is celebrated, they will make pasta such as sticky bean buns and bean noodle rolls to celebrate. There is also a delicious dessert called Saqima, which is made of egg flour It is made of sugar. Like you Da Entropy, they will also paste couplets on window grilles and worship ancestors. On New Year’s Eve, what they eat is not as rich as your palace, and they only eat dumplings... By the way, the grandmothers of the Tuoba tribe will give A child like you takes a hot bath in a copper basin, and while taking a bath, chanting: wash your hair, become a prince, wash your waist, each generation is taller than the next, wash your face, and become a magistrate...; You have to hit it three times with a green onion, and say as you hit it: the first dozen is smart, the second dozen is clever, and the third dozen is clear."

When the boy first talked about it, the little milk boy was still yearning for the sticky bean buns, bean noodle rolls, saqima and other foods he had never seen before, but when he said that children in northern Xinjiang would be beaten with green onions when they took a bath Things, the little guy immediately dismissed the idea of ​​finding an opportunity to go to northern Xinjiang for the New Year.

She shook her head again and again.

"Bathing is not good for Fufu! Grandma Huang is the empress dowager, she doesn't know how to bathe Fufu, let alone beat Fufu with scallions. Fufu is already smart if she doesn't get beaten, it's clear~"

The boy was amused by the little guy's thick skin, and said seriously.

"Yes, I think you need a dozen."

The little baby boy heard that the boy was saying that she was not smart, rolled his black and white eyeballs, and asked in a hurry.

"Didn't brother Dudu used to be a slave to the Tuoba royal family in northern Xinjiang? How did he know folk customs?"

The young man glanced at her coldly, pinched her small face expressionlessly and said.

"Of course I want to go out of the palace to kill for them."

(End of this chapter)