The group pet sister was spoiled by the tyrant again

Chapter 249 Belongs to the White Flour Mantou Type

When Su Zhao saw that it was his own father who came, he didn't bother to pull out the spear, he rushed over and hugged Prince Jing's leg, "Father, you are here, woo woo, these two are bullying me."

The way he cried was heart-piercing, tears fell down, and Prince Jing's bushy eyebrows frowned.

Just when Su Zhao thought he was about to feel proud, his father said, "Are you still my son, you can't even pull out this spear?"

Su Zhao: "???" Dad, your focus seems to be wrong.

The plot is not like this!
He reminded again without giving up, "Father, now is not the time to care about this. Your son has been bullied."

King Jing's expression was very bad, he threw away the long sword, and grabbed Su Zhao's small ear, "You can't even lift this spicy chicken spear, how dare you say it's my son?"

He is a general with hundreds of thousands of iron soldiers, why can't his son even hold a spear?

Su Zhao knew that weak people were what his father hated the most, so he hurriedly begged for mercy, "I just recovered from a serious illness, and it was when I was weak, that's why I couldn't pull it out."

Su Zhao belonged to the type of white-faced steamed buns. Before King Jing pinched them twice, Su Zhao's ears turned red. King Jing felt a little distressed, and threw away with one hand:

"Hmph, there are so many reasons. I see that you don't have any growth except for gaining weight. Let's see how I will cut you when I go back."

After throwing Su Zhao away, King Jing then turned his attention to Su Jiu and the two of them, "Who are you two and how did you get in here? You have to be honest. Otherwise, this king will throw you to feed the wolves."

When he was speaking, he deliberately put on a fierce expression to show his majesty, but he seemed to only care about his face, but his legs were shaking, like a wealthy dude.

"How did you come?"

Su Yincheng's voice came out from the room, King Jing turned his head, and looked at the elder brother in black brocade robe coming out of the room.

Prince Jing saw his most admired elder brother coming, and quickly stood up straight, "Emperor brother, who is here?" After finishing speaking, she looked around curiously.

In this place, who else can make his brother take the initiative to speak up?
Su Yincheng looked at the little girl who was not as tall as his legs, and said softly, "My daughter."

Boudoir, girl?

Prince Jing was startled, he didn't expect the little girl in front of him to be his imperial brother's child.

"My God, are you Su Xiaojiu? My niece? I just wanted to say, what kind of parents can give birth to such a cute and icy child? It turns out that it is the child of Brother Huang and Concubine An."

After finishing speaking, he knelt down and rubbed Su Jiu's head with his hands, he still had the majestic look just now.

Su Jiu: "..."

Crazy genius doctor: "..."

This is the person who just threw them to feed the wolves?
At this time, Huzi's voice came from behind the crowd, "Sister, brother Huzi found a super interesting thing, take a look."

While speaking, Huzi had already run in front of the crowd, and behind him was a soldier.

The soldier kept chasing Huzi, looked up and saw their general, and his voice trembled in fright:

"General, general, this little brat came from somewhere. He took away the stick we used for practice. His subordinates chased him for a long time, and he didn't intend to offend the general."

After finishing speaking, he gouged out the tiger's eyes with his small eyes.

When Huzi saw Su Jiu and the crazy doctor, he seemed to see the backer, he also stopped, and boldly stared back, "I'll just borrow it, and don't take it away, you guys are so stingy."

After finishing speaking, he followed the stick technique his grandfather taught her, and knocked on the soldier's leg bone by surprise.

(End of this chapter)