Old Ancestor, she's back again

Chapter 178 Brother!He doesn't believe it?

Why didn't the old lunatic respond at all?Shouldn't it?
Could it be that the stimulation is not big enough?

"Brother, why did Shuangxue and Chang'an keep beating? Is there not enough fire in the furnace?"

Luo Xiaoer nodded silently.

Mo Lishuangxue and Feng Changan couldn't help crying.

not enough?They are almost cooked.

"Brother, there are a lot of books in the house, if you throw them into the fire, won't the fire burn?"

Luo Xiaoer: "It makes sense!"

Burn books?

"Shuangxue, Chang'an, stop first and move the books out of the house!"

Do you want to burn it?As scary as it sounds.

The two looked at Luo Xiaoer as if they were asking for help.

The latter has already practiced to implement his sister's words.

"Damn, the madman who spoils his sister, he is definitely a madman who spoils his sister, he is so spoiled that he has no limits."

"Chang'an, what are you talking about?"

"It's okay, I'll move right away!"

"Shuangxue, take a break, we'll just go!"

Mo Lishuangxue didn't speak.

After Feng Changan left, the child looked at her and said, "Shuangxue, what are you frowning for?"

"No."

"Brother said, frowning means something is on your mind, and it can't be solved. Can you talk to me?"

Mo Lishuangxue sighed softly, not knowing where to start.

"Chenchen, you are still a child, there is no need to worry about the affairs of adults."

"Shuangxue, I care about you!" The child seemed to be arguing with others, his voice raised a lot, and his eyes were also very serious.

For some reason, seeing the child like this, she felt caring from her.

"Thank you."

"Then why are you being polite? We are all friends! Good friends are meant to help each other, care and love each other."

"Well, I'll help too."

"Okay!"

"Really throw it in?" Feng Changan asked hesitantly.

"Throw it, little black face!" the ancestor said.

Feng Changan felt as if he had been reminded in an instant, so he quickly threw it in without saying a word.

"Alas, why are you burning my books..."

As soon as the old lunatic saw that the book was burning, he immediately wanted to grab it.

"Don't die, hurry up and hold it!"

Feng Changan and Luo Xiaoer, one on the left and one on the right, quickly put the old lunatic on hold.

"Why are you burning my books? You want my life...I'm dead..."

"Chenchen, the old lunatic keeps beating, what should I do?"

Burning other people's books is their fault!Feng Changan's first thought was to ask the child for help.

"Oh, isn't it just a few pieces of paper? If you want it, let my brother write it to you!"

The old lunatic was no longer crazy, pointing at the child and yelling: "That's my whole life's painstaking effort, did you write it?"

The child put his mouth on his hips and pouted, shaking his head and shaking his head: "Didn't you just say that? My brother has a photographic memory. A few pieces of waste paper are moldy, so I just burned them and replaced them with new ones."

"You sound good, I don't believe it."

"Brother, does he not believe it?"

Luo Xiaoer: "The one you threw in just now was written by you 30 years ago. It is a little immature, but the framework is still mature. Among all your works, it is below average..."

When Feng Chang'an and Mo Lishuangxue heard that Luo Xiaoer had really started to recite, they didn't stop the old lunatic anymore.

"Do you still want to dig into the stove? Hurry up if you want to, we won't wait!" Feng Chang'an urged on.

At this moment, the old lunatic didn't have a crazy expression on his face, but he looked at Luo Xiaoer strangely, his eyes changed from serious to hot.

"Good apprentice, I knew it, you remember everything, you remember everything."

The ancestor had always had a question in his mind, and couldn't help but say it: "Did you admit the wrong person?"

(End of this chapter)