Don't cry?

Fu Bao doesn't want to cry either!

But the current situation is that she can't do it if she doesn't cry!

Just when Mrs. Xu picked her up and shook her, she finally remembered the way to crack it. The way to crack it is very simple, just let her bleed a little.

As God's favorite cub, she is destined to be disease-free for the rest of her life. If she was wounded and bleeding, it would definitely anger God.

In her previous life, she didn't know who her biological parents were until she crossed over. Although she knew that if she really wanted to find it, she would definitely be able to find it. As God's most beloved cub, she has always been able to make her wishes come true.

It's just that she finally chose not to look for it.

Regardless of why they dumped her at the door of the orphanage, it means that they chose to abandon her.

Therefore, when he knew that someone was targeting them, Fu Bao used his own blood to dissolve their bad luck, which can be regarded as repaying their kindness to her.

And now that she has come to this world, she has a father and mother who love her, and her brother who is sincere to her, Fubao is naturally more satisfied, and she cherishes this hard-won family affection even more.

Now that someone wants to harm her relatives, how can she bear it?

But the problem also came, she was just a little doll who was born less than three months ago, and it was difficult for a strong person to hurt herself.

After thinking about it, the only thing Fu Bao could do was cry, cry hard.

I hope that her continuous crying can achieve the same effect as being injured and bleeding.

……

Xiangyi Mansion, the city of Fucheng.

In the backyard courtyard of a high-gate compound, a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a seven-star crown is opening the altar.

And in the center of the altar of this Taoist priest's practice, Xu Laosan was sleeping like a dead pig.

On the rockery next to the altar, a young man dressed in wealth was holding a young girl, looking at the Taoist priest who was opening the altar with gloomy eyes.

Next to this young man, there stood a middle-aged man with thief eyebrows.

"Childe, Changping Daoist is a person with real skills."

The middle-aged man looked at the young man flatteringly, "As long as you take away this Xu Yuanxu's literary luck, this autumn season, the name of this Xie Yuan is none other than the son!" ”

"Steward Wang, you can speak!"

The young boy smiled evilly, "If this son wins the first name of this Xiangyi Mansion, Xie Yuan, the old man, my son will ask for credit for you!" ”

"Little Xie Gongzi cultivates!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly thanked the young man.

At this time, on the altar of the courtyard building, the talisman yellow paper in the hand of the Taoist priest suddenly spontaneously combusted without fire.

The burning talisman yellow paper flew in the air, drifting towards Xu Laosan's forehead.

As long as this talisman yellow paper falls on Xu Laosan's forehead, this method of winning luck will be completed.

However, it was at this moment that the mutation took place.

On a sunny day, a thunderclap suddenly sounded, and a clear thunderbolt fell from the sky and landed steadily on the Taoist priest who was casting spells.

This Taoist priest, who was highly respected by the middle-aged man, was scorched by the thunder in an instant.

And the burning talisman yellow paper suddenly accelerated, falling on the forehead of the young man who was watching the spell.

The young man screamed directly, and the person fell straight back.

However, that's not the end of it!

The thunderbolts continued, one after another, falling around the building.

Such a magical scene naturally became a spectacle in Linyao City, attracting many onlookers, and even the prefect of Xiangyi Mansion was attracted over.