Hong Wu clearly felt that the little one was not friendly. She looked at him wearing a scarf that looked like a cloak, and wanted to tease him to increase his affinity.
"Kid, you look like a hero. Are you a Wudang sect or a Huashan sect?"
The little one doesn’t know if the Wudang Clan and Huashan Clan he mentioned can be eaten.
However, his brain suddenly changed, and he raised his scarf and threw it on the floor in a loud voice: "I am not a hero, I am a little devil! I'm from the egg yolk pie!!"
Suddenly, everyone fell down...[
Shan Zi knowingly pulled Hong Wu aside: "Hong Wu, please, don't offend that madman. I'm telling you, to communicate with today's children, you have to have a good psychological quality! Without exercise
Before you develop a strong heart, don’t mess with the little ones. Good advice, absolute good advice.”
Because, through these few days of getting along, they have fully shown the way to what little magic is!
If he wants you to laugh, you will definitely fall to the ground laughing uncontrollably;
He wants to petrify you. It is absolutely impossible for an organ in your body not to be petrified on the spot.
"What do you mean?" Hong Wu was still confused and didn't understand...what do you mean?
The little boy pursed his lips and looked at the uncles around him laughing again. He shook his scarf and muttered in confusion: "Humph, you are laughing at me again, I am a little devil! Egg yolk pie!! Why?"
Like? If you have the guts, stand up and challenge me!!"
Xinhan corrected him kindly: "Little one, the egg yolk pie is for eating. That's your Aunt Hongwu. The pie he said is not the same as the pie you are talking about."
"I am from the egg yolk pie!! I am from the egg yolk pie!!!" The child still insisted, with his mouth raised in disbelief.
Shi Feiyan carried him into the villa with a calm expression, placed him on the sofa, and then solemnly announced to all his subordinates:
"This is my son, Shi Feiyan! My son, Shi Feiyan! The first young master of Mansion No. 8!"
"Hello, young master!"
"Hello, young master!"
"Hello, young master!"
"Hello, young master!"
"..."
All of a sudden, all the bodyguards and servants came to pay their respects to the young master.
The little boy didn't know what was going on. He stood up from the sofa and waved his scarf to a group of strangers. His voice was sonorous and powerful: "I am a little devil! Not a young master! I am from the egg yolk pie.