Chapter Seventy-Five: Making a Friend (3)
The woman was taken aback by the boy's actions, and immediately came over to grab him, and said sharply, "What a friend, it's a dangerous thing, not a friend." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ā
"No, Mom, Peng Peng is my friend, we said okay, we want to be friends forever, you can't hurt him, how pitiful he is, no home, no father and mother, no friends, besides, you agree to take him home, and now you have to drive him away, no, Mom, no......" The little boy shouted loudly.
"You kid, that thing isn't a good thing, it's a ghost, a ghost that will kill you, do you know......" The woman reached out and slapped the child's ass hard.
At this moment, the zombie corpse jumped into the hall, and when he saw the woman's frame, he was stunned, and then he turned around and hid behind the pillar, and from there he stretched out a little head to watch, his eyes were full of horror.
"Little corpse......" Fei'er called softly.
Shi Yi also followed, walked behind the stiff little corpse, stretched out his foot and kicked his ass: "Why are you still here, didn't you hear Fei'er call you?" ā
"Bad mother, bad mother who beats people......" Zombie muttered softly.
"Wow...... Mom is bad, Peng Peng is a friend, not a bad person...... Mom ...... bad" The little boy was beaten and cried.
"Ms. Yao, I see that you are a little paranoid about the definition of these yin spirits, that is still a child, it may not necessarily be harmful to people's hearts, maybe you really can't find a home, or you have some wishes unfulfilled, you are too sensitive." The two devils glanced at the woman contemptuously, strode towards the little corpse's hideout, took the little corpse out from there, and carried him to Fei'er's side.
After Fei'er held the little corpse in her arms, she looked at the second devil: "It's not easy to deal with?" ā
"No, the child is the victim, and the woman is just a client." The second devil snorted coldly.
Fei'er nodded, stretched out her hand and patted the little corpse in her arms: "Little corpse, go over and chat with that little brother to see what is different about him." ā
"Huh? That mother beats people, bad ......" The little corpse reluctantly writhed in Fei'er's arms.
"With me here, she doesn't dare to beat my little corpse, so I'm not afraid that I will turn her away?" Fei'er coaxed softly.
But this voice was not low at all, everyone in the hall heard it, of course that Ms. Yao also heard it, she turned her head to look at Fei'er, and a trace of uneasiness flashed in her eyes.
The zombie corpse raised his head from Fei'er's arms, but when he turned his head to meet Ms. Yao's eyes, he immediately twisted his head back, buried himself in Fei'er's arms again, and shook his head: "She's too fierce, so scary, the little corpse is afraid of ......"
Before he finished speaking, he was taken out of Fei'er's arms, the little corpse didn't know who it was, the four little short hands and little short legs fluttered vigorously, and just wanted to scream, he heard Bai Ming's cold voice: "What are you afraid of?" ā
The zombie suddenly stopped all movements, and froze there motionless.
Bai Ming put him on the ground, stretched out his foot and kicked him in the ass: "Go!" ā
The zombie corpse didn't dare to pause for a moment and ran over there, but when he ran in front of Ms. Yao, he didn't stop, and turned a big corner from her side before turning to Liu Jiale's side, stretching out his little fat hand and pulling him down: "Hello, my name is zombie corpse, what is your name?" ā
"My name is Liu Jiale." Liu Jiale looked at the stiff corpse and felt that this child was more fun than himself.
"What's your friend's name?" The corpse asked.
"It's called Peng Peng, and it's also a younger brother, younger than me, I'm already in the kindergarten class, and I'm going to the first grade of primary school in September next year, and he only goes to the middle class, so it's a younger brother." Liu Jiale said very strongly.
"How did you meet him?" The zombie shook his head and blinked his big cute eyes.
Liu Jiale smiled: "He is in the community, we will play in the community every day, he will squat in the flowers and watch us, sometimes we will play together, slides, swings or something, sometimes we all go home, he will play there alone, and then we became friends." ā
The zombie corpse reached out and touched Liu Jiale's face gently, and then clicked on his head, Ms. Yao was shocked and immediately shouted, "What are you doing?" Why hit me Carrele? ā
"I, I, I didn't hit him...... I, I, I just want to touch him......" The zombie corpse stepped back in fright, his eyes full of fear.
Fei'er immediately ran over and squatted in front of the little corpse: "What do you see?" ā
"He's Peng Peng, he's Lele, he's been over-yin......" Zombie whispered.
Fei'er closed her eyes and held the little corpse in her arms.
The second devil snorted coldly and walked over: "Did you hear that?" Ms. Yao? ā
At this time, Ms. Yao was stepping back step by step, looking at Liu Jiale's eyes also changed, there was no love in her eyes at all, only fear.
"Mom......" Liu Jiale looked at his mother who was looking at him with a scared face, and was walking away from him step by step, and there was fear in his eyes, did his mother want him?
Bai Ming also walked over, first picked up the little corpse, then helped Fei'er up, and pulled her behind him.
"Little corpse, is it too heavy?" Bai Ming asked.
"It's not too heavy, it's saved, but you have to find the original owner, otherwise this yin qi is not easy to get rid of, right?" The little corpse was entangled in his little face, and he was looking at Lele who was standing there independently and helplessly with a sympathetic expression.
The second devil grabbed Ms. Yao, who was retreating: "He's your son......"
"No, no, he's not already ...... What about my son? Why, Lele, why didn't you obey, what now? What to do? ā¦ā¦ Woo woo...... "Ms. Yao cried uncontrollably.
"That's it! Just you listen to you yelling, yelling, scolding, crying, of course your son is yours, it depends on whether you can save it, besides, it's just a ghost, what can't be saved, which person here can't be saved, noisy and noisy, the old lady's account is all wrong......" Fan Fan slapped the table over there and launched a flutter, a few of them looked at her face, but almost laughed at the same time, east and west, the face was full of carbon pens, and red ink imprints, where is this making accounts, this is obviously painting faces.
The expression of the second devil also softened a little, and said to Ms. Yao: "Let's go back with Lele first, remember not to go home, find a place far away from there to stay for two nights first." ā