Song Ci couldn't help but laugh.

"It's also right and it's not right. It actually took me for a treasure, and wanted to drag me back to the cave and hide it, and then seemed to recognize what I had taken it and asked me to return it. ”

The plush churn chirped again at the right time, causing Song Ci to laugh again.

The little one is so smart, he doesn't have a hard time communicating, and he's the most spiritual of all the animals she's met since she's come here.

Maybe that's why it's so talented? That's why it's easier to find a baby?

Mrs. Song was a little dumbfounded.

Are you really here to collect debts?

But looking at the little granddaughter's smile, she didn't seem to be in a hurry, she didn't want to be startled and scare the child again.

Mrs. Song, who had a calm face, gave her son a look and motioned for him to ask.

Song Chunan really asked.

"Can you understand it?"

Song Ci had nothing to hide from his father and grandmother, and nodded with a smile:

"Seven-seven-eighty-eight. ”

Song Chunan glanced at his mother, and the two of them were also suspicious of life.

Song Cibi put his index finger up in front of his mouth and sighed, and explained in a low voice:

"It's smarter and easier to understand, like our rhubarb, it's a little bit closerb, but it can understand me. ”

If you don't understand, you can suppress it with mental power, and you can do a good job of pulling a cart.

Song Chunan subconsciously swallowed and foamed, accepted this very fantastical setting, and asked with a big brain:

"Did you already know that you could do it? You always told me to fight for that technician, just to help me and become my dog-headed military advisor? That swine fever was also cured in this way?"

Song Ci was stopped by him, thought about it and said:

"Pretty much. ”

Anyway, it doesn't matter what the truth is, no one can come to verify it.

Song Chunan raised his eyebrows and was relieved all of a sudden.

"That's pretty good. I haven't taken it seriously, and it's a bit of a mess now. ”

Originally, Song Chunan still looked down on the carrot that was similar to hanging in front of the donkey's eyes.

It's not that I look down on it, but I don't care about being fooled.

At this time, as soon as he heard about his daughter's ability, he immediately ignited a fierce fighting spirit.

It's a good thing to be a technician and eat public food, you don't have to work all day long, and it's good to be close to home.

Isn't he completely lazy, people go to high places, and water flows to low places?

Mrs. Song's brain is not confused at all, and there is a kind of transparency and shrewdness that people are old and sophisticated.

The old lady looked at the yellow-skinned child, which was more tame than a rabbit, and asked the practical question that was close at hand.

"Then what should it do, it won't stay at our house, will it? What does it eat? Will it steal chicken in the middle of the night? It's really good?"

Mrs. Song has never raised a yellow skin, and she thinks it is a little tricky, for fear that this thing will be like the story said, take advantage of people's attention to put a little smoke in the middle of the night, stun the little granddaughter, and then take it away, get it into the mountains, and then find it and become a fool.

Of course, Mrs. Song would not say it in front of that thing without eyes, but the worries in her eyes could not be hidden.

After hearing her words, Plush Mao let out a series of chirps excitedly, unrelentingly fighting against Song Ci's spiritual power shield, and raised her claws in protest and kept slapping.

In the eyes of others, it's just swinging its fists and selling cuteness.

Song Chun'an stared at it with a pensive face for a while, and then asked Song Ci:

"What's it doing, still trying to take you back to its nest?"

Can't it see such a big difference in size? Isn't it stupid?

Song Ci took out a professional cat-teasing technique, scratched the little guy's chin a few times, and immediately scratched it comfortably, and his angry round eyes narrowed into a line.

It doesn't look very smart.

"Dad, you're so good, the beast language translator is level ten!"

Song Ci straightened out the little guy's little temper and gave her father a thumbs up.

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