127: Fruit Rain (Asking for Votes)
thought that the little skirt on his body could hold twenty-five pounds of pork.
Yun Mian didn't hesitate to carry the hem of her skirt and poured all the minoru she had picked up just now into the shirt of the little third master.
The little third master was a little clean, looking down at the small black and blue fruit in his pocket, his brows furrowed slightly, but he thought that he didn't have to walk around the mountain with his skirt in this way, and his brows slowly relaxed.
Chirp, twitter.
Except for the big bird with a long tail covered in red feathers, the other small birds flew away with their wings fluttering after laying down the wild fruit.
"Bird, your buddies have flown away, why haven't you flown away?"
Yun Mian hung his head and melon seeds, and a pair of bright and moist eyes stared at the red-feathered bird in place with curiosity.
Whisper!
Yun Mian's words fell, and the red-feathered bird chirped twice in response to the occasion, as if they understood what Yun Mian said.
Yun Mian couldn't understand the bird's language, so he stared at it for a moment.
Twitter, tweet.
A few minutes later, Yun Mian was about to chase away the red-feathered birds, when suddenly there was another chirping bird in the sky.
This time it's even more lively than just now.
Yun Mian raised his head to look at the sky, only to see a black oppression above his head, countless birds hovering in the sky, and the figures of the birds blocked the sunlight.
"Wow, so many birds."
Wang Xiaohu was so shocked that he opened his mouth and wowed.
"It's the first time I've seen so many birds when I've grown this big."
Wang Xiaohu lowered his head and stared at Yun Mian with adoring eyes.
"Sister Mianmian has summoned so many little birds, Sister Mianmian is really amazing."
"Little Huzi, how do you know that these birds were summoned by Yun Mian."
Thinking that even the birds would send fruits to Yun Mian to eat, Wang Xiaojun was so jealous in his heart.
"I think I summoned these birds."
"Wang Xiaojun, you are the king of bragging, and the cowhide has been blown by you."
"That's it, these birds were obviously attracted by Yunmian."
"There was a yellow bird squatting on Yun Mian's shoulder just now, Wang Xiaojun, you said that these birds were attracted by you, why don't you see any birds squatting on your shoulder."
Wang Xiaojun's words fell, and several children refuted him indignantly.
Being collectively ridiculed by his friends, Wang Xiaojun was not convinced, and walked towards the big red bird with a cold snort.
"Just now that little bird listened to Yun Mian's words, what's the big deal, I can make this big red bird listen to me, you watch."
Wang Xiaohu crossed his waist: "Wang Xiaojun, if you can make this big red bird listen to you, I will give you all the wild fruits I picked today, and follow your surname." ”
"Wang Xiaohu, you are what you said, you have to speak well, otherwise you will be a leper dog."
Wang Xiaojun said to Wang Xiaohu fiercely while stretching out his little fat hands to the big red bird.
Whisper!
The big red bird saw a pair of little chubby hands reaching towards him, and was so startled that he chirped twice, and then opened his sharp mouth to peck at the little chubby hands.
Wang Xiaojun didn't touch a piece of the feather of the big red bird, and he was pecked on his hand, and he suddenly cried and cried for his mother, holding his hands and screaming.
"Mom and Dad, it's so dangerous in the mountains, I want to go home, waw wow wow ......"
Hearing him cry, Wang Xiaohu and the other three children hugged their stomachs and smiled to reveal the gums that had not had time to grow new teeth after changing their teeth.
"Wang Xiaojun, don't you die and say that those birds died just now and were summoned by you?"
A child laughs too exaggeratedly, and he can't tell the difference between curly and curled his tongue.
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