"Xiao Bao, can you give me some constructive advice?!" Bao'er pinched her precious son's face.
He looked so tender and pink that she really wanted to bully him.
It seems that bullying Xiaobao is equivalent to trampling that pervert Mo Shangqian under his feet. This feeling is particularly refreshing.
"I really don't know. It's better to let Cangpai choose." Xiaobao looked in the direction of Cangpai.
Cangpai was about to hide, but unfortunately he was a step too late and was caught by Xiaobao.[
Murong, mother and son stared at Cangpai, and Cangpai was so frightened by their terrifying eyes that his scalp went numb. He hesitated for nearly a quarter of an hour before trying to reach out to the road pointing to the left.
Cangpai's uncertainty made Murong and his son a little unconvinced of his choice.
"Forget it, trust him once. I believe that no one has worse luck than me." Bao'er made a decision immediately and no longer struggled.
She took the lead on the quiet path.
The forest on both sides of the path is lush and lush, and there are many old trees. The bright sun hits the tops of the trees, casting mottled tree shadows through the dense leaves, and there are also the constant chirping of birds.
The "rustling" sound of crawling and stepping on fallen leaves interweaves into a strange movement.
"Xiao Bao, do you think there is any danger here?" Bao'er was protected in Xiao Bao's arms and asked in a low voice, fearing to break the silence of the woods.
Maybe it was too quiet, and she felt uneasy, so she just wanted to hear Xiaobao's voice.
"There shouldn't be such a beautiful place, right?" Xiaobao said and looked at Cangpai: "Cangpai, what do you think?"
"Please don't ask this incompetent little spirit beast like me a question that neither my mother nor my master can answer," Cangpai replied disdainfully.
He is just a little spiritual beast without any cultivation, and his body is still developing. It doesn't matter if Xiaobao himself doesn't make any progress, how much ability do you expect him to have?
After following two such young children, how long will it take for you to get ahead?
"You have a bad attitude. If you dare to refute your words, you should be beaten!" Bao'er said, and slapped the biggest head on the head with his small fist.
Crawling accepted Bao'er's slap in a muffled voice, not daring to raise any objection.
The most incompetent person in the family is Bao'er, and the one who contributes the least is Bao'er. But when it comes to whom the Murong family cannot offend, everyone will say that of course it is Murong Wan who dislikes Murong Bao'er.
Although he is the smallest in body, he is the most responsible, and Xiaobao hates to see his mother suffer any injustice.
Cangpai's only hope is that another unlucky ghost from Murong's family can share his burden.
"Xiaobao said no, so I believed it wasn't. Climb, let's move forward boldly and confidently." As soon as Bao'er finished speaking, he once again proved that he was unlucky.
It was clearly a paradise-like fairyland, but suddenly several strange beasts appeared.
Not only that, but there are many more monsters above their heads. The ones above can fly and the ones below can crawl. With their front and rear roads surrounded, where is their retreat? [
"Xiao Bao, what should I do? Our family's crawler is also an unlucky ghost, and he only chooses the most dangerous places to go!" Bao'er wanted to cry but had no tears. Forget about being unlucky, the spirit beast he raised is also an unlucky ghost.
At this moment, she suddenly missed Mo Shangqian desperately.
If Mo Shangqian is there, they only need to hide behind him and let him deal with these strange monsters.
"Master, dear mother, why do these monsters only have one wing?!" Climbing looked up at the sky and noticed something strange.
