"Hey, poor child!" Qibao sighed and touched the little zombie's head: "What do you want, and my sister doesn't know what you want?" ”

Yuan Bao was speechless, I really want to say, you also forgot, you are also a four-year-old child, why are the old gods here.

But he didn't dare to say it, he was afraid that Qibao would beat him.

The little zombie blinked and didn't speak, still looking at Shippo stubbornly.

Shippo sighed and said, "Forget it, I'll give you some toys!" ”

Saying that, Xiao Tuanzi took out a papier-mâché toy car from the Qiankun bag, and after burning it, a particularly stylish Lamborghini, a children's version of the car, appeared in front of the two ghosts and one person.

Yuan Bao and the little zombie were stunned for a moment, is this a human car?

The two ghosts touched it very greedily, and they were about to fall.

Yuan Bao really wanted to try it, but he wouldn't open it.

He looked at the little zombie at a loss: "Will you drive?" ”

The little zombie shook his head with the same expression.

Xiao Tuanzi shook his head and patted his chest arrogantly: "You won't, I will!" ”

"Oh, do you have a driver's license?" Yuan Bao asked.

Xiao Tuanzi pouted, he hated ingots asking such a question, but this was blown by himself, so he had to continue to pretend.

"Do you still use a driver's license for this little thing? I'm a genius, just look at it! Look at it if you don't believe it! Xiao Tuanzi opened the car door and got into the car.

After a while, the car actually started.

The little zombie also showed its little white teeth, laughed, and gave Shippo a thumbs up.

"Qibao, you are so powerful, you will be able to operate such a difficult car!" Yuan Bao gave a thumbs up to Xiao Tuanzi.

The little zombie also showed its little white teeth, laughed, and gave Shippo a thumbs up.

Xiao Tuanzi was praised and was very proud: "That must be amazing, I'm a genius." ”

After speaking, Xiao Tuanzi was very stinky and supported his cheeks with his hands.

However, the elbow accidentally touched a switch, and the car actually opened the roof and turned into a convertible.

"Wow, awesome, this car is still a convertible, the convertible is a high-end car, ordinary people can't drive it, Qibao, you can actually drive a convertible, you are amazing!" Yuan Bao was delighted.

"That's a must!" Yuan Bao opened the car door and got into the car.

Didi, Xiao Tuanzi honked the horn and said to Yuanbao and the little zombie: "Do you want to come up and try it?" ”

"That's a must!" Yuan Bao opened the car door and got into the car.

Picking up girls in a Lamborghini is his lifelong dream.

The little zombie also followed the ingots to the car.

The little zombie is also full of joy, touching here and there.

"Sit down, sit down!" Yuan Bao sat on the leather seat expectantly and nervously.

The little zombie is also full of joy, touching here and there.

As soon as the little group stepped on the accelerator, the car sped out quickly.

The wind blowing above his head blew up the hair of the ingot, and the ingots looked at the moving objects outside the car and were excited.

"Wow, that's cool!"

Yuan Bao pulled the window and looked out the window, this is really cool, it is even cooler than riding in a carriage.

In front of this Lamborghini, this carriage is simply scum.

Yuan Bao decided, in the future, he must let Qibao give this Lamborghini to himself, then get a driver's license, and drive this Lamborghini everywhere to pretend.

On the contrary, the ingots are immersed in happiness, but the little zombie is full of sadness, and his big eyes are full of tears.

The last cry came out.

Yuan Bao looked dazed: "...... I don't know! ”

"What's wrong with him? It's so decent, why are you crying? "Qibao Dao.

Yuan Bao looked dazed: "I...... I don't know! ”

Shippo thought of what happened to the little zombie, and his heart relented, and he quickly stopped on the side of the road.

Shippo stopped the car, opened the door, walked over to the little zombie, and pulled him out.

"Little zombie, what's wrong with you, why are you crying?"

Oh my God, she's only four years old, and she's a mother at such a young plop?

Isn't it precocious?

Oh my God, she's only four years old, and she's a mother at such a young age?

Isn't it too precocious?