Zimo smiled and continued to hum a little song busyly: "I also think you are different, we are each other." ”

After the little boy finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the hare in his hand again, and no one saw his gloomy expression, and in that dim eye, there seemed to be some secret hidden by no one.

Chu Junhan took a deep breath and asked softly, "Do you believe in the afterlife?" ”

She wanted to know if the little boy in front of her would be like her, and she didn't believe that a seven-year-old child could be so old and spicy.

"If there is an afterlife, I will definitely not be Zimo." The boy lowered his head, his voice cold and complicated.

Obviously, the little boy's answer, he was not the same as her.

"You're just a seven-year-old." Chu Junhan seemed to be talking to himself.

Zimo stood up and looked sideways at the baby, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth: "You're just a five-year-old child." ”

With that, the little boy walked down the aisle with the rabbit and began to build a fire.

In a moment the fire began to burn, and the little boy swallowed his saliva as he swirled the hare.

"Senior brother, come over and help me watch the ignition, I'm anxious." Zimo beckoned to Chu Junhan, his face turned red, and he ran into the distance.

"After all, it's just a child, maybe it's smarter than ordinary children." The baby muttered to herself, holding the branch in her little hand and began to turn the roast.

Suddenly, the corners of Chu Junhan's mouth hooked up a touch of arc, looked around, picked a few wild fruits that could be seen everywhere, and squeezed the juice onto the rabbit meat: "Let you poison me, I will also let you know how powerful I am." ”

It is said that the fruit grows where the snake spits on saliva, and contains a small amount of toxin that is not fatal, but can make people have a bad stomach, and is often used as a laxative.

"Senior brother, this is what you taught me that day, and I will return it today." The milk baby muttered to herself, her eyes revealing smugness.

The sun set quietly, and the afterglow shone on the villain's face, and the villain looked gloomy.

Zimo, you are a king and eight calves, you really threw me away!

Chu Junhan held the charred barbecue in his hand, looked up to the sky and sighed: "How can there be such a bad child?" ”

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched Chu Junhan's shadow narrowly, and she rushed back depressedly, becoming more and more suspicious that she had lived two lives in vain, and was actually played with by a child in applause.

Fortunately, she was not stupid enough to get home, so she made a mark when she came, and followed the mark to return, and after a while she saw a thatched house with smoke curling from the cooking.

In the courtyard, Cen Song shook a folding fan, and a pot of tea was placed on the stone table.

"Teacher, what about the others?" Chu Junhan pushed open the fence, furious, and almost stuffed the barbecue in his hand into the little boy's mouth.

Cen Song's cloudy eyes looked at the villain, and he didn't hear what she said, but just looked at her kindly: "Why is Ruyan like a little flower cat, where did you go to play with your senior brother?" ”

Chu Junhan put the barbecue on the stone table, wiped his face, and looked around: "We roasted the hare, didn't the senior brother tell the teacher?" ”

"Your senior brother hasn't come back yet, this meat is so delicious." Cen Song didn't know when, he had already picked up a rabbit leg and chewed it.

"Teacher, don't ......" said the milk baby, and was about to snatch the rabbit leg from Cen Song's hand.

It's already too late.

I saw Cen Song's face change, the folding fan was discarded at will, and he ran towards the toilet while covering his stomach.

Belch...... Chu Junhan's face was black.