Lu Mo stopped the Sui Bao who was about to rush over, strode to the side of the bed, and lifted the falling sheets.

The situation at the bottom can be described as tragic.

The little milk dumpling squatted down, holding his knees with both hands and watching, his two little brows furrowed, "Little Jianjian, didn't the third brother feed you today?" ”

Since Ning Xingfei was tied up in the crew by Director Wang after he went to audition, the matter of feeding Xiao Jianjian at noon every day naturally fell on Ning Ziyan's head.

But today, he was really wronged.

Just before going out to pick up the New Year's treasure, he also gave the pig a plate of fruit, two small cakes, half a plate of shredded chicken, and a whole bag of beef jerky......

He only knew that this pig could eat something, but he really didn't expect it to be thrown into the Lu family.

Looking at the two old men next to him who heard that Lu Mo brought a small group up, their expressions were also exciting.

Old Man Lu coughed lightly and said with a dry smile: "It is worthy of being a little pig raised by Sui Bao, and his teeth are good, hahaha......"

"If you can't laugh, don't laugh." Old Man Ning snorted coldly, looked at the little sword sword that was gnawing on the ground under the bed, and swallowed back the words when they came to his mouth.

This thing is older than him, and he really can't open his mouth when he asks him to teach him as an elder.

Even Old Man Jin has been respectful to this thing for so many years, for fear that he will not be happy to dismantle his broken metaphysical association.

Hearing the movement, Sui Bao secretly said that it was not good, stood up straight and turned around slowly, and moved his little feet to the side, trying to block it.

But the sound of the little sword gnawing on the bed leg was so loud that the little milk group wanted to pretend not to hear it, but he couldn't pull off that face.

She had a bitter face, her little brows were furrowed, and her little milk voice was angry, "Little Jianjian, don't eat anymore!"

I'm going to be! ”

The threat of milk and milk fierceness not only sounds like no deterrent, but also makes people feel like they are being bullied.

Seeing Sui Bao holding a small pink fist with an angry appearance, a trace of worry appeared in everyone's hearts.

The little milk dumpling can't be cried by this stinky pig, right?

As soon as the idea came to his head, Lu Mojin's good-looking peach blossom eyes were filled with annoyance, and his thin lips pursed slightly.

Then without saying a word, he began to roll up his sleeves and prepare for the pig catch.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the little sword that had eaten a round belly suddenly rolled over with a death, and rolled to the feet of Sui Bao in a few blinks of an eye.

Then he rubbed Sui Bao's ankle with a pink pig nose, and the meaning of flattery was obvious.

Everyone didn't expect to see flattery on a pig's face in their lifetime.

I'm afraid this pig isn't a sperm, right?

"This ......" Old Man Ning has never seen Xiao Jianjian and Sui Bao get along in private, but he has heard Jin Changming complain.

Is this sure to be the scabbard that his good granddaughter brought back from the Metaphysical Society before?

It can't be something dirty, right?

No eyes, no eyes.

The little sword that was rolling all over the ground and begging to hug and touch noticed everyone's disgusted eyes, and snorted disdainfully.

How can mortals know the horror of their master?

In their human terms, he is a man who knows the times, and they know a fart!

"Hmm~ You mean that this bed is stained with Brother Mojin's luck, you can't help it?" Sui Bao couldn't resist Xiao Jianjian's coquettish attack, squatted down and reached out to touch his head, the more his little face listened, the more serious he became.

Old Man Ning's face was slightly gloomy, and he walked a few steps quickly to the side of the bed leg where Xiao Jianjian was gnawing, carefully perceived it, and said in a deep voice: "This bed is strange. ”

Even laymen like Old Man Lu and Ning Ziyan know that the objects they usually touch can be stained with human breath at most.

Luck is something that ordinary people can't see, touch, smell, and can't get contaminated with dead things.

Recognized, Xiao Jianjian was even happier, and put his nose on Xiao Suibao, looking like he was begging for praise.

It stands to reason that this should be boasted about today.

But the little milk group looked at the bed legs that were gnawed and swayed, and the little face was full of embarrassment.

Xiao Jianjian was about to protest, but Old Man Lu's worried voice sounded, "Sui Bao, can you see what is going on in this bed?" ”

When it comes to his precious grandson, he is naturally nervous.

Since Lu Mojin's parents had an accident, there is only such a good grandson by his side as a widowed old man, if it weren't for Mo Jin, he wouldn't even know what the meaning of living in this world was.

So he would rather all those bad things come at him, and don't hurt his good grandson in the slightest.

Sui Bao nodded his little head, ignoring the little sword next to him who was full of food and drink, and quickly pinched with a small face and small hands.

Old Man Ning knocked the ground with his cane, looking unhappy, "Such a trivial matter, and you still have to trouble my good granddaughter to go out, what about the masters you invited to sell their reputations before?" ”

Regarding the matter of the master, Old Man Lu has something to say.

He leaned forward, lowered his voice and gritted his teeth: "If you didn't refuse to go out of the mountain, I would have to ask people everywhere?" ”