Song Ningyin looked gentle and soft, even the most daring wild cat had never been afraid of her, Tu Shanling had such a face, smiling with crooked eyebrows, but the little naughty children felt that they saw a wicked smile, and their ears seemed to sound the sound of bones being bitten.

Halfway through sleep at night, I was scared to cry by the nightmare, and when I thought about this smiling face, I could immediately stop crying, and I didn't even dare to hum more.

Tu Shanling snapped his fingers twice.

The children moved to the wall and stood.

Tu Shanling sat crookedly on the wall, scooped up a handful of raw pumpkin seeds and swallowed, "Let's talk about it, where did I offend you, if the reason is just......" She hooked her lips, "I can let you go." ”

Auntie, I'm afraid!

"Wow......"

The youngest opened his mouth to cry, and was glared at by the hen's sharp eyes, and immediately stifled the remaining nine-tenths of the cry.

Tu Shanling pinched a melon seed, knocked it down, and said while peeling it: "According to age, starting from the oldest, it's you." ”

The child chosen by fate was almost frightened, and he trembled and waved his hand.

Tu Shanling raised his eyebrows, "Not happy?"

The hen is posed and ready to go.

The child was very aggrieved, "I just grew tall, no, no, no, no, not big." ”

I almost couldn't breathe without saying a word.

Just these two or two dogs dare to do a bear thing of 200 catties, and they have to encourage his parents to give birth to two, three, four or five children as soon as possible, and be prepared.

Tu Shanling bent his fingers and popped out a melon seed, and the tip of the melon seed poked straight at the head of the two or two dog galls, which was not painful, leaving only a shallow red mark.

"How old are you, and how old is the oldest?"

The two dogs whimpered and said stiffly, "Four and a half years old." The eldest brother is seven years old. ”

Tu Shanling leaned out again, grabbed a handful of pumpkin seeds on the drying rack, and said, "Cheng, you will be eight years old from now on, and you can answer my question." ”

Gee.

Today, let you have a long experience and experience how Tu Shanling, the little bully who "kicked the 3,000 disciples of Qingjingtai and punched 80,000 cubs in Qingqiu", bullied people.

The two dogs who were forcibly eight years old dared to cry but didn't dare to cry, and they had to take at least three breaths to say a word, "He, they all, say you and, you, your mother is not, good person." ”

Tu Shanling beckoned, "Come here." My mother and I killed your father, stole your family's life-saving money, or dug up your ancestral grave? Look, no, then why do we say that we are not good people, why do we smash rotten eggs at my house? Tell me for yourself what you did right?"

Tu Shanling asked, two or two dogs shook their heads three times, asked, he shook his head three times, and in the end, Tu Shanling stopped asking, and he shook his head habitually.

Tu Shanling raised his hand and threw the uneaten pumpkin seeds back into the dustpan, "Now, my aunt and I are victims, you have to apologize to us, do you have any opinions?"

The two dogs continued to shake their heads.

Tu Shanling: "That's okay, one of you counts as one, come and clean the yard." If you don't want to, you can ......"

The bears' eyes lit up in unison.

Tu Shanling smiled slightly, "Then I will acquiesce that you have chosen to be taught to be a human being by chickens." ”

Bear Stuff: "......"

After a cup of tea, a group of bear toys took their own rags and climbed over the courtyard wall in turn and landed at Song Xuan's house.

The hens were all the way to the wall, and looked at them with the burning eyes of an old mother.

The bear toys drew a blueprint in their hearts for pressing Tu Shanling to the ground and rubbing it eighteen years later, but they had a small face wrinkled on their faces, posing as if they had fallen into the hands of the enemy and endured humiliation, cleaning up the stinky egg liquid.

There was an elderly recliner in the courtyard, which looked the same age as Song Ningyin.

Tu Shanling sat up slowly, and when he lay back, the crunching sound did not stop.

As soon as she shook the wicker in her hand, the wicker had just brushed the head of the bear thing, and the peaceful gaze in the hen's eyes was immediately replaced by a sharp gaze, and she jumped on the back of the bear thing with fluttering wings, and smacked at his buttocks, making him scream.

She shook the wicker leisurely again, and smiled to her heart: "If any of you think you are King Kong ass, just make a feint, anyway, the hens are 'one by one, one by one." After the incident, he flapped his wings and hid deep with his name. ”

Bear Thing: "......"

Auntie, I want to go home!

The door lock rang softly, and then Song Xuan pushed the door open, she was stunned, retreated again, looked left and right, and made sure that it was her own home, and then walked in again.

Where did the little radish head in this yard come from?

The little radish heads cast a condemning look at Song Xuan, their eyes were too sincere, and Song Xuan wondered if she was in the business of selling children, but she herself had forgotten.

She looked at Tu Shanling.

Tu Shanling squinted his eyes and basked in the sun, wearing a half-worn robe, humming a little song in his mouth, like a black-hearted overseer.

Song Xuan: "Ayin, what's wrong with them?"

Tu Shanling: "They, they probably like me too much, crying and shouting that they want to be friends with me, and they have to help me clean the yard, and they can't stop me." The tone is also genuinely worried.

Whisper.

The bears who were shivering and cleaning covered their mouths to keep themselves from crying.

The sun may really be coming out in the west.

Song Xuan hooked the corners of her mouth.

Since living in this yard, more than ten years, these bear things from scratch, I have never seen them do anything good, three times a day to smash rotten eggs is polite, throwing artillery into the dung pit, is a must.

Song Xuan is unlucky to blow up the dung pit, if any child stands far enough, and the feces and urine collapse and sticks to him, his father and mother will come to the door to make a fuss, and he will be annoyed.

Hehe, raise your eyebrows, raise your eyebrows, raise your eyebrows, raise your eyebrows, raise your eyebrows, raise your eyebrows, and exhale your eyebrows...... This word was circulating infinitely in Song Xuan's mind at this moment.

She couldn't help but smile and beckoned to Tu Shanling, "Ayin, come here, your mountain chief asked you to write a statement and send it over, you write it well, this statement is going to be given to Chongguangjun to read in person." ”

Chongguang-kun?

Who is it?

She tapped her finger on her forehead, not remembering the person.

She only remembered that she was the first person to become a "Jun" on the Qingjing Platform, and because she was a female cultivator, her Taoist name changed from a certain Jun to a certain Yuanjun.

She nodded, "Hmm." ”

Song Xuan's eyes widened, "You don't even know who Chongguangjun is, right?"

Before Tu Shanling's brain could come up with any ideas, Song Xuan said again: "Is it that those scourges of Song Chuan have affected your learning? I don't even know such basic knowledge, but what can I do!"

Tu Shanling said with a subtle expression: "A-Niang also said that they are a scourge, isn't it normal for a scourge to affect other people's learning, and when I clean them up, I will make up for the homework I have missed." She paused, "So...... Who is Chongguang-kun?"

Song Xuan's face was full of worry, "Chongguang Jun is the second brother of the head of the family, Song Qian, Song Zimu, the seventh saint of Qingjingtai back then, such a powerful character, you have to keep it firmly in mind and always take him as an example." ”

The expression on Tu Shanling's face became more subtle.

I'm afraid it scares you if I say it.

I, the eldest daughter of the head of the Tu Shan family, Tu Shanling Tu Shan is silent, and she is the ninth saint of Qingjingtai.

I am such a powerful character, I firmly remember Song Zimu, I am afraid that he will be scared and weak!

Tut!

She cleared her throat and asked, "What's the matter?"