Chapter 1180: Xiaobao's Origin (2)

He's not afraid of trouble, but he doesn't want to get into trouble either.

Xiaobao's big eyes blinked, his little paws waved, and a small notebook and a pen appeared out of thin air. The crooked English alphabet is finally easier to recognize than Chinese characters, and thanks to Yan Zijiao, he is not an ordinary Chinese person, otherwise he would have to ask for help from external forces.

Seeing the meaning of the above, Yan Zijiao's eyes flashed: "Then where are your parents?" ”

Xiaobao grabbed the quilt suspiciously and continued to write: "They are gone. ”

"And how did you end up on Death Street?" Yan Zijiao seems to be a logical question, but in fact, there is too much foreshadowing, and the question that he is most concerned about in his heart is naturally asked.

Xiaobao didn't doubt it this time, and wrote very naturally: "She doesn't know where she opened her eyes!" ”

"So you don't know where you are?" Yan Zijiao stared at her big eyes, but those eyes were too pure to see anything.

He couldn't help but be annoyed!

The child with the ability is obviously an oriental face, and he writes in English. It doesn't matter if the words are ugly, but there is no mistake in the slightest, and it is obvious that he lives abroad. There is a foreigner alive by his side.

Brother, you guessed it!

Xiaobao patted the quilt very annoyed, nodded weakly, and didn't dare to look at Yan Zijiao's eyes.

My father said that my brother was reincarnated and didn't remember the memories of his previous life, but the people of the Holy See would hunt him down. She wants to help her brother retrieve the memories of her past life and protect her brother by the way.

Before her brother remembered the memories of his previous life, she had to keep it a secret.

Well, it's not a secret, it's too cumbersome to write, and she prefers to use it.

Yan Zijiao thought that it would take a long time to question Xiaobao, but he didn't expect that this kid had no defense, and he said everything he had to say. What shouldn't be said, it seems that a lot has been said.

In short, although he was a little puzzled, he was generally relieved.

Yan Zijiao stood up and picked her up, went downstairs to the basement, pointed to the open space and said, "Release all the things you put away in the basement before." ”

Put it out?

Xiao Bao blinked, and with a wave of his little paws, everything was arranged in an instant according to the way it was arranged before.

The corners of Yan Zijiao's mouth twitched fiercely when he saw this scene, as a man who was hit by a little fart, he really didn't know how to comfort himself.

"You can't use your abilities in front of outsiders in the future, you know?" Now that her parents are gone, she is his person from this day forward.

Xiaobao nodded, indicating that he understood.

After bringing the baby's travel essentials, Yan Zijiao took Xiaobao to the supermarket in the city to shop, since Xiaobao is in the mobile warehouse, he wants to buy everything back at one time.

The two of them went to a supermarket, bought a few large bags of things, and pushed the shopping cart to the underground parking lot. He threw his things into the car, and Xiaobao was responsible for putting them away. Then, the two move on to the next supermarket, and so on.

Finally, I also visited several large shopping malls, and bought clothes and shoes from one year old to ten years old at one time.

Even his own clothes and shoes were also prepared.

Xiaobao didn't understand Yan Zijiao's intentions, and had a lot of fun, anyway, her secret realm was big enough, and she could pretend as much as she wanted. There is no need to worry about whether there is enough place at all.

Sitting in the car, Yan Zijiao looked at Xiaobao with a complicated expression: "Xiaobao, how many more things can you pack?" ”

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