Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 551
"This... this..." With trembling hands, he picked up the pistol that Fu Bao threw out first, and burst into tears: "Oh my God, I actually saw a real gun! Hahaha... I have it too, hahaha ...The old guys will definitely envy me..."

Mr. Huo was crying and laughing, holding a pistol and kissing him fiercely, as if what he saw was not a pistol, but the first love he hadn't seen for many years.

Fu Bao looked at it stupidly, and whispered to Mo Junying's ear: "Brother Ying, what's wrong with Grandpa Huo? Why are you crying and laughing? Could it be that the snake venom has eroded the nerves, making him a little nervous? "

Mo Junying suppressed a smile, touched Fu Bao's small head, nodded and said: "Well, Fu Bao is right."

Fu Bao looked at Mr. Huo with pity.

If I knew that Mr. Huo would cause complications if he saw the gun, he might as well not give it.

Zhu Zhuang was listening, envious.

He also wants to be crazy.

His eyes moved to the other gun.

Suddenly, he remembered what Mr. Huo had said before.

Suddenly, he threw himself at another women's pistol.

Mr. Huo saw it from the corner of his eye, and immediately shouted: "Zhu Zhuang, what are you doing?"

Zhu Zhuang said anxiously: "Old man, you promised me just now that you gave me this pistol."

"When did I agree? You're talking nonsense."

As soon as Zhu Zhuang heard that the gun was gone, he jumped on the gun directly.

Mr. Huo took a look, dare to snatch his gun?What's the difference between that and taking his life?
No, you have to grab it back.

So Mr. Huo rushed to Zhu Zhuang: "Give me, give me the gun!"

"No, you promised to give it to me."

"That was a case where I didn't know what it was, and now I'm back on it."

"Old man, you are so good, you have to keep your word." Zhu Zhuang held on to the gun tightly and refused to let go.

In front of such a good gun, the chief executive is nothing but floating clouds.

"Give me the gun, and I'll be your grandson!"

Mr. Huo also grabbed the other side of the gun, refusing to let go.

"No, old man, give me this gun, and I'll be your great-grandson."

"Fart, I don't have such a filial grandson as you, give me the gun, and I'll let you be my grandson."

"No, give me the gun, I'll be the great-grandson."

"give me……"

"give me……"

The two were still fighting in a civilized way at first, but in the end it turned into a robbery by force.

Mr. Huo stretched out his foot and kicked Zhu Zhuang.

When Zhu Zhuang stepped aside, he punched Mr. Huo on the shoulder.

The two were on the bed just like you punched, and I kicked.

Mo Junying watched it for a while, then walked out calmly holding Fu Bao.

The third master ran out as soon as he saw it, and then closed the door thoughtfully.

As soon as the door was closed, I heard the ping-pong clang inside.

Mo Junying walked towards the yard, with a cold expression on his face.

When he got to the center of the yard, he looked around casually, and his expression became a little excited.

"Fu Bao, do you still have that gun?"

Fu Bao shook his head.

Mo Junying was very disappointed, and comforted Fu Bao by saying, "It's okay, actually I don't like it that much either."

Fu Bao said: "No, Brother Ying, I just think the remaining pistols are not as good-looking as the ones I took out just now, and I think it's a bit difficult to give them to you."

Mo Junying was ecstatic in her heart, but her face showed a serious look: "No, Fubao, as long as it is given to you, I will like it."

"That's fine. You can pick them later. If you like them, you can take them all away. Otherwise, you can go in and have a look now."

Mo Junying's heart skipped a beat.

He glanced at the old third master who was peeking at the fight between Mr. Huo and Zhu Zhuang, and finally couldn't restrain his desire for guns, so he responded lightly.

As long as he is with Fubao, he can share Fubao's space.

He entered Fubao's space with his consciousness, and when he saw the beautifully crafted pistols on the gun rack, he couldn't speak any more excited words.

At this moment, he wished that he could enter the space himself and touch all these pistols.

It's so beautiful, so beautiful! It's simply a masterpiece of uncanny craftsmanship!
There is no man who is not interested in guns, this is the nature of men.

Especially those born in this age!
It is a lifetime of luck to own a gun that you like.

In particular, some soldiers don't even get married all their lives, and love their guns like their lovers for the rest of their lives.

Mo Junying was no exception.

Immediately, I felt that he was really a frog in a well, with short-sightedness.

The gun aroused his manly passion, and he wished he could pick up the gun and shoot on the mountain, expressing his joy heartily.

So much so that when he saw the heavy weapons piled aside, he was numb with surprise.

After finally regaining his senses, he withdrew his consciousness.

Looking at Fu Bao's eyes, it was complicated.

"Brother Ying, do you like all those? If you like, I will give it to you."

Mo Junying stared at Fu Bao intently, and after a long time, he hugged Fu Bao tightly.

"Fubao, you are so kind to me. Do you know what your guns mean?"

Fu Bao tilted his head and thought about it, and said seriously: "No matter how good things are, they can't make Brother Ying happy."

Mo Junying hugged Fu Bao even tighter.

At this moment, he was extremely fortunate to have met Fu Bao, the only person who would treat him well in his life other than his mother.

He secretly swore a heavy oath that he would only treat Fu Bao well in this life, and if he violated this oath, his soul and soul would perish.

Just when he finished his oath, a thunder flashed out of the clear sky for no reason, like a silver light piercing the sky, passing by in an instant.

Fu Bao looked at the sky suspiciously: Why did Father Tiandao appear?How strange.

"Brother Ying, did you swear something?"

"No."

Mo Junying lied without changing his face.

"That's good." Fu Bao patted his small chest in fear after a while: "Papa Tiandao appeared just now. If your oath cannot be fulfilled, you will die completely. Brother Ying, you have to promise me, you must Don't swear indiscriminately."

"Ok."

Mo Junying smiled slightly.

He didn't lie to Fu Bao, because he had already sworn the oath he should have made, and there was only Fu Bao in his life from now on, and no one was worthy of his swearing.

Not even by himself.

Fu Bao reassuredly kissed Mo Junying.

She had no idea what kind of vow Mo Junying made for her.

Huo Yuting hurried home and saw such a strange scene.

Fu Bao and Mo Junying looked like no one else was there, and the third master went to his grandfather's window to peek.

(End of this chapter)