Reborn As A Lucky Girl

The Taoist couldn't hold back a word. The villagers' eyes gathered on him, and a drop of bean sized sweat fell from his forehead.

He became more and more nervous. He even thought Xue Xueer was intentional, but when he saw that harmless smile, he felt it was impossible.

The little girl is only three years old

Ma Hongchun couldn't wait any longer. He pushed Xue Xueer away and shouted, "smelly girl, don't make trouble. Master has powerful mana and doesn't know anything. Master, catch the fox spirit quickly!"

Ma Hongchun's fat body squeezed over. If Xue Xueer hadn't flashed quickly, she would have been squeezed into meat mud.

Xue Qin immediately ran over to protect Xue Xueer. His face was stubborn and his voice was green. "Grandma Cai, don't push my sister!"

Ma Hongchun's face immediately pulled down, "isn't it a money losing goods? As for such a hurry, you old Xue's people are fools!"

Xue Xueer grabbed Xue Qin and whispered in her ear, "brother, don't be impulsive!"

Xue Qin immediately settled down.

The Taoist priest was relieved. The vicious color in his eyes flashed and his fist creaked. If the little girl fell into his hand, he had to rub off a layer of skin from the girl!

Just as the Taoist priest was ready, a flexible figure crowded in, "uncle, are you hurt and how you shed a lot of blood? Let me see for you!"

Xue Xueer pulled the cloth bag behind the Taoist. The rope of the bag broke and the contents fell to the ground in an instant.

The Taoist's face changed and he blurted out, "little rabbit, stop and don't touch my things."

But it was a little late. Things fell to the ground. There were several pieces of Rune paper, cinnabar, brush, and several tight things tied with white cloth. I couldn't see what it was.

Xue Xueer smelled it when no one was paying attention, and a clear color crossed her eyes.

As expected, it was the same as she imagined!

When the Taoist priest saw these things, his eyes were ready to crack. A stream of blood in his anger expected to appear on his head. He looked at Xue Xueer with hatred, "you little rabbit!"

Xue Xueer was not frightened away. She lowered her head sadly, grabbed the Taoist robe and said pitifully, "uncle, you left a lot of blood. Does it hurt?"

The big guy heard this and looked at the Taoist. The Taoist's gray Taoist robe was dyed red by cinnabar. From the back, it was like being injured and bleeding.

The angry man just calmed down. It turned out that xiaoxueer was kind to do so!

The Taoist thought he was about to be found. He was relieved. A low voice came, "where did you get the white phosphorus?"

The Taoist suddenly felt his blood frozen. He mechanically turned his head and looked at the source of the sound. The white little glutinous rice ball smiled with cocoa love!

People can't believe the voice was hers!

The Taoist pulled his lips, "little doll, uncle can't understand what you're talking about?"

It seems that I know what white phosphorus is!

Xue Xueer sneered at the corner of her lips where no one saw her. "How much did my second aunt give you?"

When the Taoist heard this sentence, he couldn't calm down any more. His legs trembled, and he looked at her in horror.

Xue Xueer smiled sweetly, but her voice was a little cold. "She can make the illusion of spontaneous combustion with white phosphorus. She should have read some books and did such a sneaky thing!"

Xue Xueer's tone was very much like that of the teaching director. If the Taoist was struck by thunder, his fingers trembled, and his frightened eyes were only white, "you, who are you?"

How can a three-year-old know so much?

This is not a person, absolutely not a person!

The expression on Xue Xueer's face changed for a moment. Her big black eyes were full of ingenuity. She tilted her head. She was very playful and lovely, "uncle, I'm xue'er!"

The girl looked as harmless as a three-year-old child, but the Taoist couldn't look at her with normal eyes.

"If you don't want me to expose you, just do as I say," Xue Xueer whispered. The Taoist almost gave in without much hesitation.

Now superstition is being strictly fought. If he could not live, he would not take risks to do such a thing!