Zhou Zhairen looked at Leng Qiao, who was anxious: "If you want to get the gift I gave, it's not difficult, there is only one condition, that is, don't ask me to plant people anymore, come and talk to my uncle...... Zhairen ......"

Although Leng Qiao was curious, he could only follow him and say, "...... Planting people ......"

Zhou Zhairen handed him over for a long time, but he still couldn't change his accent, so he had to give up in frustration: "Forget it, you're still young." I won't force you this time. Come, take it. As he spoke, he said a few words to the storage watch.

I saw the watch flicker, lighting up with a few strange patterns, and then I saw two things tumbling out of it. Leng Qiao couldn't wait to stretch out his hands, but he felt a chill on his face.

It turns out that the magic mask can change shape at the will of the person, and even more amazingly, it can change size according to the contours of the owner's face, and this mask is very popular with commercial spies and paranormal agents.

What fell into Leng Qiao's hand was a long piece of chocolate.

Leng Qiao looked at the dimly lit chocolate, and his disappointed look was quickly replaced by a disdainful gaze: "Uncle Zhiren, what you said is very good Zhou Zhairen looked at Leng Qiao mysteriously: "This is an antique, which I accidentally got when I went out with the secret service team to investigate two years ago." It's perfect for you to be a greeting gift. I can remind you that you try infusing that junk chocolate with your ability. ”

Leng Qiao thought about it strangely, and felt that the person next to him was a little unreliable, so he rolled his eyes and casually threw the thing that looked like tatters to him: "You can help me try it first, and then talk about it if it suits me." ”

Zhuang Xinfen on the side took a few steps forward: "Leng Qiao, don't make trouble." Mommy is talking to Uncle Otakuhito, shall we talk about it later?"

Leng Qiao's body suddenly shook slightly, flashing to Zhou Zhairen's back like a streamer, and when he reacted, Leng Qiao was already slightly strong and was playing with a scimitar that flashed with crimson light.

Zhuang Xinfen's expression suddenly changed, and she hurriedly pulled Leng Qiao aside: "When was this ability of yours unsealed?"

Leng Qiao waved the Chimang scimitar in his hand, and aimed at a piece of blue cloth hanging not far away: "It was just unsealed at noon today, and I haven't had time to tell you yet." I was going to surprise you, but it turned out ...... Hey, Sister Lin Xin, watch me cut a piece of fine fabric for you, so that your mommy can make you a fitting dress. ”

The shopkeeper who was called Uncle Ning by Zhou Zhairen on the side was messy for a while, his hands were swishing, tea was splashing, and his old figure floated ghostly in front of the blue cloth.

Leng Qiao looked at the red mang he swung, put away the scimitar with satisfaction, turned to Lin Xin on the side and shouted, "Go over and pick it up." ”

Lin Xin looked at him like a fool. When Leng Qiao turned around, he found that the blade he swung was prominently carved into the wall behind a wooden pole, and the blue cloth was gone.

After looking around for a long time, he finally found the old man who was still sitting on the tea table drinking tea, and behind him, a bright blue cloth hung on a hanger.

He looked at the old man with some disbelief: "Are you the helper invited by the planters?"

The old man snorted, "Grandpa, the blue cloth is for you to play." Otherwise, you will have to take it out of my hand. ”

Zhuang Xinfen on the side was chatting with Zhou Zhairen about something, while Chenxia was looking at the satin cloth seriously in front of the counter.

Leng Qiao looked at the old man and patted the red mang knife in his hand: "I don't know you, why do you call you?" Also, you regard that blue cloth as so important, is there any mystery in it?"

Uncle Ning smiled: "I've seen a lot of naïve children, and it's the first time I've seen such a naïve child." ”

Leng Qiao didn't give up: "Although I just saw the confused old man today, I didn't expect that there are still some legendary tape syndromes." Today, the master is going to play with your cloth, what do you want?"

A little loving light flashed in Uncle Ning's wise eyes: "You kid, it's a little interesting." ”

Leng Qiao coughed twice, let go of his throat and learned his tone: "You kid, it's a little interesting." ”

Leng Qiao's learning tongue made the water cup that the shrewd old man had just picked up finally buried in his hands.

Old man Ning tilted his head and looked at Leng Qiao: "Okay! It's okay if you don't call Ye, as long as you pay a little spirit rhino coin, this piece of blue cloth is yours." Hey, it's bad, I've fallen for the kid. ”

When he looked back again, he found that Leng Qiao was holding the blue cloth and smiling heartily at him: "Your trick Xiao Ye will too, hum." ”

Leng Qiao raised his hand casually, and the blue cloth was thrown into the air again, and the red mang knife was swayed regularly Old man Ning blinked: If I go up and win it again now, the end is estimated to be similar to that blue cloth.

was thinking about it, but saw Chenxia want to come this way. A few shimmering lilac banknotes reflected the old man's somewhat depressed face.

Old man Ning's face also changed: "It's still this customer who sympathizes with my old man." ”

Chenxia looked at the old man strangely: "Shopkeeper, I bought this piece of Fengyuan flower fabric, this is your money." ”

Uncle Ning sighed: "Why, who did I offend and provoke such a small creditor?"

At this time, Leng Qiao walked up to Chenxia with a piece of cloth that had been cut: "Actually, this piece of blue floral cloth is also quite good, Aunt Chenxia!

Chenxia often sews clothes for her children, but the fabric cut by Leng Qiao makes her eyes shine: "Oops, Leng Qiao." I can't see that at your young age, your knife skills are so good! ”

On the side, Lin Xin, who had just finished watching him wielding the Chimang Knife, looked exquisite, and ran to Leng Qiao with a look of adoration: "Brother Leng Qiao, can you teach me the knife skills of cutting cloth?" I can give you any toy I like to play with." ”

Leng Qiao glanced at him arrogantly: "Don't be angry! Look at me playing well, it's like a loser who comes to learn his brother's knife skills." What did my brother say?"

Lin Xin looked at Leng Qiao innocently: "I just like that kind of chic knife skills, I don't care, you don't teach me." I'll pester you, huh!"

Seeing Lin Xin's eyes glow with a little light, Leng Qiao turned around and walked towards his mother: "I have been trained in knife skills by my mother since I was three years old, and being chic comes at a price." Why are you crying, how many times have I cried to train me to do this?

Looking at Leng Qiao's resolute back, Lin Xin's young heart suddenly had an illusion, the thin figure changed in front of his eyes, turning into a tall giant, his shadow had completely submerged himself, compared to himself, he was too insignificant.

The glint in Lin Xin's eyes was gradually erased by a mysterious aura. She stood up straight, and finally was still a little unconvinced: Hmph, my father's knife skills are also first-class, and he will come back tomorrow, if you don't teach me, I'll let my father teach. Hum!

Leng Qiao took the fabric in his hand and walked to Zhou Zhairen: "Uncle Zhiren, how do you eat chocolate?"

Zhou Zhairen looked at the red knife held by Leng Qiao with some helplessness: "Be obedient, that thing will hurt you, child, give it back to your uncle!"

Leng Qiao slid his head and hugged the Chimang knife that had just been sheathed: "Then why didn't you ask me just now?"

Zhou Zhairen raised his right hand and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "When I asked you for it, you had already happily called that little girl, called Lin Xin, no." Got her to play with my knife. If I take it from you, won't that ruin your pleasure?"

Leng Qiao snorted: "Count your acquaintance, now tell me the secret of chocolate, and the scimitar will be given to you." ”

Zhou Zhairen patted his head and handed a scimitar with a blue light to Leng Qiao: "I was going to give it to you when you became an adult, but looking at your anxious appearance, I had to give it to you now." ”

Leng Qiao looked at the handle of the blue scimitar, but it looked like the chocolate he was almost about to eat just now. That snorted: "Now we throw the scimitar into the air at the same time, how about each of our own things?"

Chenxia behind her took a few steps forward, comforted her child for a while, walked to Leng Qiao again, and patted her trouble: "Leng Qiao, you are so naughty, how can you make your sister Lin Xin cry twice in a while?"

Hearing Chenxia's words, Leng Qiao motioned to Zhou Zhairen: "Wait a minute, Uncle Planter!"

Leng Qiao turned around and looked at Chenxia innocently, and then learned the voice of the old man Naning: "Ahem...... Who the hell have I offended to provoke such a small creditor?"

As he spoke, he handed the cut fabric in his hand to Chenxia: "Take it and sew clothes for your child!"

Sunset Ninja smiled: "You ......"

She wanted to say something more but finally turned around speechlessly, she picked up her most beloved child: "Sister Xinfen, sister will go back first, you guys go slowly!"

Zhuang Xinfen, who was thinking about something on the side, was not awakened by Chenxia, she was still thinking deeply about the starting point of Twilight's doing.

Leng Qiao still hugged the red mang knife: "I'll tell Mommy! Walk slowly, Auntie!"

He deliberately lowered his voice and blinked his eyes strangely, as if he was afraid of disturbing Zhuang Xinfen's contemplation.

After watching Chenxia leave the clothing store with Lin Xin, Leng Qiao looked at Zhuang Xinfen again, but saw that her purple eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, staring closely in the direction of Honggang City.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, Uncle Zhiren, we can start exchanging now." ”

The red ability in Zhou Zhairen's hand suddenly withdrew, and the blue light blade retracted into the chocolate: "For safety reasons, I'd better put the orchid blade into the sheath first." ”

At the same time, the chocolate was thrown into the air, and Leng Qiao saw that he kept his promise, of course, he had to be a little reluctant to slap the handle of the knife, and the scimitar was thrown upwards under the force.

After retrieving his scimitar, Zhou Zhairen finally breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, I didn't cause any big trouble, otherwise how would I think the late owner of the Twilight Flying Village would explain? It's just that this kid is too naughty, forget it, I think Prophet Zhuang will take care of him! I hope that in the days to come, Leng Qiao can get the affection of Phantom Wei.