Only Qian Mo looked at the little white tiger and laughed: "You don't want to eat the little white tiger's sugar paintings, right?" Aren't you going to eat yourself? ”

"Uncle Qianmo!" The little guy pursed his mouth and looked at the evil-hearted Uncle Qianmo aggrievedly.

He just likes the little white tiger!

The little white tiger has a tiger head and a tiger brain, how cute and majestic it looks.

Why can't he want his favorite sugar painting of the little white tiger?

and his little friend, Little Firefox.

He believed that if he gave the little fox's candy painting to the little fox, he would be happy.

The little white tiger suddenly rolled his eyes, thought of an excellent opportunity to give himself and his friends a chance to be angry, and pulled Feng Jiao's sleeve with his chubby little hand: "Mother, can I ask for another sugar painting?" I want a dragon, the kind that flies. ”

He knew that Uncle Qianmo was his father's contract beast, and his body was a dragon.

He was reluctant to eat his little white tiger, but he could eat Uncle Qianmo's dragon!

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Feng Jiao was stunned for a moment, but immediately nodded and agreed: "Of course, there is nothing wrong with this." ”

"Great!" The little guy patted his chubby little hand: "I'm going to collect the little fox's sugar painting and the little white tiger's sugar painting, hum, and then eat that dragon!" ”

As he spoke, the little guy unconsciously revealed a fierce expression, and glanced at Qian Mo demonstratively.

Qianmo: "......"

Is the stinky boy praising him or hurting him?!

Bullying children, and robbing children's snacks, cough cough, if the little guy continues to talk like this, his face will be lost!

Looking at the little guy's fierce and fierce appearance, listening to him threatening himself with that soft and glutinous voice, even Qian Mo couldn't get angry, and scraped the little guy's nose: "Why are you so interesting!" ”

Feng Jiao even quipped: "You want to eat a dragon?" In this case, I'm afraid that not only Uncle Qianmo will be unhappy, but also Uncle Yunshen, Uncle Lingshan, Uncle Yuming and Uncle Chen Xuan will not feel happy either. What are you going to do? Do you want to eat the sugar painting of the Wyvern? ”

"I ...... I'm not eating! The little white tiger shook his head like a rattle: "I like Uncle Yunshen and Uncle Lingshan." There is also Uncle Qianmo, although he often bullies me with bad intentions and robs my mother of snacks made for me, but he is very serious when he teaches me skills, and he is very good to me...... I don't want Uncle Qianmo and Uncle Yunshen to be unhappy! ”

Looking at Qianmo's crying and laughing expression, Yun Shen couldn't help but burst out laughing, and said to the little white tiger: "Don't listen to your Uncle Qianmo's nonsense. Sugar painting is nothing more than a snack sold by street performers. Whether it's a little tiger, a little fox, or a flying dragon, I don't know how many children I have to sell it to every day. If we all care about this, how can we live our lives? You can eat whatever you want, you can eat whatever you want, and you don't have to worry about so much. ”

"Huh? Is that so? The little white tiger blinked and looked at Yun Shen with a pair of big eyes, indicating that he had really learned.

At this time, Feng Jiao had already bought three kinds of sugar paintings: Little Tiger, Little Fox and Flying Dragon.

She thought that the rabbit drawn by the artist was also very cute, and bought one more rabbit.