After running back and forth five or six times, Carambola Creek was so tired that he was about to collapse.

She simply sat on the stone in the backyard, resting with her belly, and her heart was already full of resentment:

Other people's space has mountains, rivers and treasures, but she doesn't even have roots!

Other people's systems wash the marrow and cut the bones, but they can change a peerless beauty with a stinky mud, what about her?

Running out of stomach, wanting to die and live.

Why is she so cupped!

"Taotao, what's wrong with you?" Xin Hua, who came to deliver fodder to the rabbits, came in and saw the pale and sweaty star fruit stream, and couldn't help but be startled, threw down the back basket and rushed over, "What's uncomfortable?"

"Aunt Hua. Carambola Creek raised her head and smiled bitterly, "I'm fine, I'm just having diarrhea." ”

As he spoke, he quickly got up and rushed into the hut.

"Hey, what did you eat today?" Xin Hua asked, standing outside the hut.

"I didn't eat anything. "Carambola Creek deserves to be weak.

It's not a question of what she eats, I can't say.

"How many times?" Xin Hua asked again.

"Counting this time, it seems to be ...... Six or seven...... Hiss, it hurts. "Carambola Creek had an urge to seal the system.

The eight stars in front of her are lit, and the benefits are only a little lighter than her five senses and her body, but now this taste is really so soul-destroying that she wants to scold her mother.

"Don't worry, I'll go to Uncle Lao Qiao to get some medicine. After Xin Hua finished speaking, she went out in a hurry.

Carambola Creek came out of the thatched house and was about to sit on the stone to rest, when she heard someone in the yard shouting Cheng Cuijuan's name, and the voice seemed to be someone from the Cheng family, she frowned, and didn't want to pay attention to it.

At this time, her legs are soft and her feet are numb, and she really doesn't want to deal with the Cheng family.

"Cuijuan, Cuijuan, is there no one at home?" Mrs. Cheng's naturally sharp voice had already entered the hall, "Qingqing, what about the people, where are all the dead?"

"Milk. Cheng Xuexi followed closely.

Why did Mrs. Cheng and Cheng Xuexi come?

Carambola Creek's heart moved.

"Milk, don't scream, it's not good for people to hear, don't forget what we're here for. Cheng Cuijuan's voice reached the staircase, a lot softer, and she said it carefully.

"I know, that little girl has always listened to your aunt, and she will not dare to disobey us. Mrs. Cheng responded disapprerovingly.

Girl?

Carambola Creek knew with just one ear that the little girl in Mrs. Cheng's mouth was probably her.

Coming for her?

I'm going to go out and have a look.

So, Carambola Creek turned around and walked out.

Mrs. Cheng and Cheng Xuexi had already gone upstairs on their own.

Carambola Xi looked upstairs, turned around and walked out of the hall, and came to the door: "Uncle Nine, are you a guest at my house?" ”

"Grandma Qingxi is here, and Xuexi, you should go upstairs, don't you see?" Uncle Nine sat in the courtyard weaving straw hats, looked upstairs, and pouted, "Na, upstairs." ”

"Cheng Xuexi, there's no one upstairs, what are you running up for?"

Cheng Xuexi was standing on the balcony looking down, and Mrs. Cheng stood inside.

Carambola Creek directly ignored the old lady.

Cheng family, none of them are good!

It's just that Cheng Cuijuan is an outlier in their family, with the highest number of paragraphs, while others, especially Mrs. Cheng, are simple and rough types, the kind that is good at sprinkling and rolling.

hated that she was so caught by such a person that she was willing to call her grandmother, but threw her own grandmother aside and ignored it.

"Peachbrook, you're here. Cheng Xuexi shouted in surprise, without any embarrassment, "Milk, Taoxi is downstairs." ”

"Momo, why are you downstairs? I didn't even see you just now. Mrs. Cheng rushed to the balcony and smiled at Carambola Creek, "Come up, grandma will talk to you about something." ”