The little Jiaojiao in the general's arms is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 416 They all think I’m easy to bully
Jiang Fu: "..."

How can she let this little... Uh, no, the old ghost knows, she is only a teenager this year, so she can't be her big sister?
However, this year there are 930 three-and-a-half-year-old ancestors who don't take it seriously, put down their white and tender little hands with a smile, raised their 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, "Would you like to burn some food, some toys, a windmill or something?"

She saw people burning these things during 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 halfway in front of her, watching 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 snatch a small windmill from them for fun, even if they want to suck 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 800 years ago, Xiao Fengche, still nodded heavily. 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 930, [-] 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?

Let alone snatch your little windmill, if you want it, all the little windmills in the world will be given to you. What are you going to put here?Really.

Wouldn't it be better to die? You should have grown cute a long time ago. Is this just for you to show off?
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..."

(End of this chapter)