I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 119 Beaten Up
Yu Feiwan's eyebrows widened and he smiled, "You are really good at joking. How can this be yin and yang? Meeting you is clearly like the sound of a phoenix on the wall of a pond and the rising sun. It is a great joy in life."

"Satisfied, really satisfied."

"I have never seen a system as powerful as yours."

How can any serious person in the era of shopping malls exchange for a bolt from the blue?

At first glance, it is not a serious system.

The system arrogant snorted, "Say it as if you have seen other systems."

"You don't need to see me. No matter how good other systems are, they are not even half as good as yours." Yu Feiwan opened his mouth and started flattering.

"Of course, it would be better if you could charge less points."

System "Rules are not made casually. Okay, I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Yu Feiwan: This system can also change lyrics.

The thunderbolts stopped for a while, and the old widower twitched violently, with black smoke coming out of his mouth, but still no one dared to step forward and help him up.

If the villagers had only had doubts about the old widower's miserable life in the past, a powerful and powerful bolt from the blue made people believe it.

"Let's go."

"go home."

Yu Feiwan was delighted, holding one in each hand.

Lin Haihong was at a loss and let Yu Feiwan hold his hand.

Does this work too?
He found a stick and was ready to rush out to save his cousin at all costs.

Then, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and chopped the old widower into black coal?

Isn't this too accidental?

At this moment, Lin Haihong just felt like the mountains were standing still.

I'm afraid my cousin is not God's biological daughter, right?

Not to mention Lin Haihong, even Yu Ping, who had already accepted Yu Feiwan's identity as an immortal, found it unbelievable.

Isn’t it the duty of the male thunder and lightning female to make thunder and lightning?

Unless I was a late learning immortal, would I dare to snatch the iron rice bowl of Thunder God and Lightning Mother?
If the Thunder God and Lightning Mother react, Fei Ba will be killed.

The expression on Yu Ping's face gradually became worried and solemn.

Yu Feiwan looked to the left and to the right, stupid on the left and stupid on the right.

Could it be that he was frightened by her and the system's miraculous moves?
Getting farther and farther away from the old widower's tile-roofed courtyard, Yu Feiwan stopped and waved in front of Yu Ping and Lin Haihong successively, "What are you doing?"

The loud sound was like thunder.

Yu Ping and Lin Haihong looked at Yu Feiwan carefully.

Yu Feiwan pulled down their hands and said, "I'm not the one who was struck by lightning!"

"That thunder?" Yu Ping and Lin Haihong said in unison.

Yu Feiwan said seriously, "There is a god when you raise your head three feet up, and you are not afraid of others' knowledge, but you are not afraid of your own knowledge."

"It seems that the old widower must have done so many evil things that God can't bear to tell them. Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise the thunder would have struck me too."

"You must also take this as a warning and not do bad things."

"Don't do good because it is small, and don't do evil because it is small."

"Be an upright person and do things with integrity."

Yu Ping frowned and said, "My knowledge is limited. Next time you have to say something short and long, make sure I understand."

Lin Haihong was also doubtful.

Yu Ping continued to ask vaguely, "Are you okay?"

"Will everything be fine after that?"

Yu Feiwan turned around in a circle, "Very good."

Lin Haihong was confused when he heard it, but a seed seemed to be planted quietly in his heart, and a hazy outline formed in his mind.

It was so ridiculous that he couldn't help but believe it.

Lin Haihong subconsciously looked up at the sky, then looked back at the crowd who were gradually losing sight.

A coincidence that is too coincidental may not be a coincidence at all.

"That's mom?"

Yu Ping subconsciously shrank behind Yu Feiwan.

Not far away, the person hurriedly riding on a large bicycle was indeed Li Lan.

Yu Feiwan also shivered suddenly, hoping that Li Lan was here to watch the fun and not arrest anyone.

"Your grandma said you were here, but you are actually here?" Li Lan hastily put the bicycle in place and slapped everyone on the back.

"Do you remember to eat or not?"

"Do you have to make us angry to death?" Li Lan was furious and yelled at the top of his lungs.

While speaking, there was another slap.

Half angry, half scared.

Yu Feiwan was no longer as enthusiastic as he was when he pointed out the country. He was timid and frowned.

hiss~
It hurts a bit.

Li Lan was obviously furious, and even Lin Haihong was not spared.

"What are you doing here? Do I need to ask you to go back?"

Another loud shout.

Yu Feiwan and the others nodded hurriedly, changing from a three-step, two-step trot to a mad dash.

Outside the courtyard gate of the blue brick house, the old lady was leaning on a cane and looking anxiously.

After seeing Yu Feiwan and others, his heart dropped into his stomach.

The old lady slammed the ground hard and said, "Don't come in yet!"

Yu Feiwan felt guilty again.

Li Lan, who was riding a bicycle, entered the house closely behind.

"I was wrong." Yu Feiwan was the first to admit his mistake.

The old lady and Li Lan stood there, as if they were trying to reach the towering mountains, which was very frightening.

As long as she admits her mistakes quickly, she won't be able to keep up with her even if she gets beaten.

"You kid..."

The old lady's eyes were slightly red and her voice was choked.

The thunderbolts from the blue sky in winter came one after another, and they happened to fall on the old widower's head. Fei Wan happened to be there, so she couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Are you trying to scare grandma to death?"

The old lady turned away and quietly wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Grandma, give it!"

Yu Peng held up an old crutch and handed it to the old lady.

Yu Feiwan:!?(_;?
Yu Ping: Σ (дlll)

Yu Peng was naive and confident, "Grandma said, if you go again, you will be beaten."

Yu Feiwan: It makes sense, but she was speechless.

Seeing this, Yu Feiwan accepted his fate.

"Grandma, this is all my bad idea."

"You go ahead and hit me. If you hit me, you can't hit Pingping and Haihong anymore."

The old lady gave Yu Feiwan a dissatisfied look, "Is it your turn to be a good person again?"

"Both of them, one is an accomplice and the other knows but fails to report, both should be beaten."

Yu Feiwan closed his eyes and said loudly, "I forced them to do it."

The old lady chuckled softly and raised her crutch.

It couldn't be said to be light or serious, but Yu Feiwan screamed very sadly.

Yu Ping and Lin Haihong looked at each other with heavy hearts.

"Grandma, we all know we were wrong."

Lin Haihong was completely affected.

The old lady threw her crutch aside and grabbed Yu Feiwan's sleeve to the west hall.

On the futon, the old lady burned incense and knelt down devoutly, chanted sutras over and over again, and prayed for the blessings of gods and Buddhas.

"Those thunders, are they you?"

After the chanting, the old lady lowered her voice and asked straightforwardly.

Yu Feiwan nodded slightly.

The old lady's expression became a little more solemn, "Will it harm your practice?"

"Will it ruin your luck?"

"Does grandma need to hand-paint a new portrait or make a clay sculpture, offer incense, and pray devoutly day and night?"

That's thunder.

How could an immortal whose spiritual practice was no different from that of a mortal man be unscathed after manipulating the thunder?

The old lady felt that these days were becoming more and more magical.

(End of this chapter)