I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 118 Thunderbolt
"Then, grandma came over with a cane and beat her head and face."

Yu Feiwan:...

Between studying and collecting sheep dung, she chose to study.

Yu Ping covered her face, feeling the silent ridicule.

"You hide here, I'll take a closer look."

A gust of wind blew, and the half-collapsed screen wall could not block the coldness. Yu Feiwan shivered coldly.

As soon as the clothes were tight, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Lin Haihong, who was holding on to the hem of her clothes.

Yu Feiwan blinked, quite puzzled.

"Cousin, I'm going, I'm going."

Lin Haihong lowered his head and whispered.

"Are you going?" Yu Feiwan bared his teeth.

What if the old widower, this pervert, is indifferent to the beautiful little boy?

Besides, Lin Haihong is a weak little scholar.

As for her, she can make something out of nothing.

Protecting the family, punishing evil and promoting good, who else would she be?

Tsk, this slogan is really good.

Yu Feiwan reached out and patted Lin Haihong on the shoulder, saying seriously, "Boys, you must protect yourself when you go out."

"Let go!"

Lin Haihong sighed and hesitated, "Girls should protect themselves even more when they go out."

Yu Feiwan sighed and winked at Yu Ping.

Yu Ping understood and stood forward, blocking Lin Haihong's sight. "If Fei Wan said yes, then that's okay."

"If you don't say no later, then it won't work."

"Cousin, don't you believe Fei Wan?"

At this moment, Lin Haihong's silence was deafening.

To be honest, there is no answer to this question.

Walking out of the screen wall, Yu Fei wandered around in front of the unique brick house in a stately manner.

To be honest, she really didn't understand that the strength of the green bricks and blue tiles was actually an old widower?
No wonder she was surprised. In fact, a few years ago, or even more than ten years ago, two shoulder loads of corn cobs could be exchanged for a wife.

Even if the old widower is seventy or eighty years old, his body is covered with wrinkles, his face is covered with age spots, and he smells of old age, there will still be people who have no choice but to survive and choose this only way to survive.

A quick calculation reveals something fishy.

When Yu Feiwan wandered through the majestic iron gate for the third time, an old man on crutches, wearing glasses and a long gray coat staggered into the doorway. There was a "Grandma Wolf Wants to Eat Little Red Riding Hood" hanging in the corner of his eyes and eyebrows. smiling, and holding a box of White Rabbit toffee in his hand, which is rare for children in the village.

When the white rabbit found out, he jumped off the wrapping paper and spat, cursing bad luck.

Yu Feiwan felt secretly disgusted, he looked like a dog.

At a young age, he has done all kinds of disgusting things, but he still manages to create an image of himself as a scholar who is not stained by dust and whose years only add to his elegance.

WTF.

God has eyes and sends down a thunder to let the old thief know that there is a god three feet above his head.

"Players, welcome to exchange your points for a bolt from the blue."

"99 points, real clearance, real sales. You don't need to ask the price, and you don't need to bargain. You can't be fooled or deceived."

"Now or never."

When the old widower stopped Yu Feiwan with a sly smile on his face and tried to deceive her with toffee, the voice of the system eager to try appeared in his mind.

Yu Feiwan could even imagine the system jumping up and down impatiently.

99 points?
Is this shameless old widower worthy?
However, the system's mall inventory is too diversified.

Yu Feiwan turned a deaf ear to the system's suggestion. He put on an innocent smile befitting his age, and showed his covetousness for toffee at the right time. He blinked his eyes and accepted a few toffee, and glanced at the wrong ones from time to time without giving up. A cracked iron box.

The price of the meat was evident, and the smile on the old widower's face became even stronger. "Grandpa has other candies at home..." the old widower stopped.

Yu Feiwan: Grandpa?

Go to hell.

Yu Feiwan looked at the candy that had an obviously abnormal color, lowered his head and rolled his eyes silently, "I have cavities, so I can't eat candy."

"Although I am poor, I am also very picky."

The smile on the old widower's face did not change, but his eyes twitched slightly, "Don't eat candy, eat something else."

"No, no, no." Yu Feiwan shook his head sternly.

At this moment, she transformed into Su Daqiang: "I don't want to eat, I don't want to drink, I want money."

Yu Fei looked at the old widower at night and clicked his tongue twice.

The old widower's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Yu Feiwan raised his voice and took a stance: "Retreat, retreat, retreat."

It’s certain, the old widower is the disgusting maggot in the pit!
Yu Feiwan stuffed the candies into his pockets with a clear conscience, turned around and left without any hesitation.

The old widower subconsciously wanted to stop him, but by chance, someone who came to the village to visit relatives left the village.

The old widower paused and was about to turn back to the yard with his cane.

"Boom."

Thunder roared, and a bolt of lightning split a silver ribbon in the long dragon, exploding on the old widower's head.

Thousands of miles of arc light and a loud sound.

The "bolt from the blue" exchanged in the mall is not powerful enough, but has more than enough power. It seems to be a bit fancy but useless, but it is enough to bluff people.

The old widower was lying on the ground in a ridiculous state. He was completely covered in black from the explosion. His long coat was tattered and scorched black. His hair stood up crazily and he changed into a new look in the blink of an eye.

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone passing by.

It is a common understanding among the villagers that only evildoers will be struck by lightning.

If you are too immoral, you will be struck by lightning sooner or later.

Yu Feiwan, who had already put some distance between himself and the old widower, was racking his brains and arguing with the system, "Is it just the same thing in your family?"

"That's all, you are probably tired, and you are so stingy and perfunctory to me."

The system “speaks human language.”

Yu Feiwan pointed out beautifully, "Look, look, I just said one more thing, you are like this, forget it, it's me who talks too much."

"I thought that you and I were a family that loved each other."

"This feeling was ultimately wrongly paid."

No one in this world can resist Sister Lin’s crazy literature.

The system fell into a brief silence. A moment later, the sky roared again, and lightning streaked across the sky.

Rather than saying it was a bolt from the blue, it was more like someone was overcoming a disaster.

After a while, many neighbors had gathered outside the brick house. They gathered together in twos and threes, whispering and pointing. You could vaguely hear the words of retribution.

The old widower was covered in black smoke, which did not cause enough damage, but was extremely intimidating and insulting enough to disgrace the old widower.

Yu Feiwan stood behind the screen wall, hiding his merit and fame.

She was very satisfied with this scene.

These bolts from the blue will make the old widower the talk of tea and dinner in villages ten miles away.

There is no doubt that the old widower is the top player in the new year.

She didn't believe it. The thunder had fallen, everyone knew about the trouble, and the elders had been telling her about it. How could the old widower still find an opportunity to do evil?
After a long time, the thunder stopped.

System "Are you satisfied?"

"No more yin and yang?"

(End of this chapter)