Mu Xiaobao couldn't be hung in the air like he was holding her just now. This fact made Mu Xiaobao even more angry, "It's so annoying. Uncle, you are so tall that Xiaobao is not happy. It's an extra penalty!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man who was covered in sword energy due to the anesthesia needle was suddenly grabbed by the child who was less than five years old and thrown 180 degrees in the other direction.
When he landed, he felt as if he had lost half his life.
Ye Beiling was dumbfounded, "Xiaobao, what do you usually practice? Why is your playing style so different from ordinary people's?"
In just one sentence, Xuanyuan Jing was thrown to the other side again. Such a big man was like a rag.
"Aunt Qing said that Xiaobao was still too young and it was useless to learn all those fancy tricks, so my mother usually mainly urged Xiaobao to practice his internal strength, and naturally his strength became much stronger." Mu Xiaobao said without thinking, "And he doesn't have your uncle yet.
The sword is so heavy!"
Ye Beiling was suddenly shocked. An ordinary adult could not lift his ink sword. Could it be that Mu Xiaobao could lift it?
"Then did your head hurt just now?"
"It doesn't hurt, that's Xiaobao's iron-headed skills!" As he answered, the rag was swung away again, "Mom said this has no technical content, no need to consider actual combat experience, and it can also take things by surprise."
At this point, his voice immediately became softer, "Uncle, please don't tell anyone. This is one of Xiaobao's secret weapons."
Ye Beiling nodded knowingly.
I didn't expect that such a small child can use Iron Tou Kung Fu, but it is indeed practical. After all, children are not as tall, physically strong, and experienced as adults. Even if Xiaobao learns some advanced moves, the effect against the enemy will be far less than that of adults.
The power of man.
Well? There is another one?
"Ouch..."
The miserable guy on the ground was drooling, whimpering and even screaming incoherently, as if he was mentally retarded.
If Xuanyuan Jing hadn't had the sword energy to protect himself that he had practiced hard since childhood, he would never have survived at this time.
Mu Xiaobao finally let go of his hand, walked to his head and squatted down, holding his white and tender round face with both hands.
Seeing such a cute head in front of him made Xuanyuan Jing tremble all over.
"Uncle, you really don't care about hygiene!" Mu Xiaobao looked at his drool and said with disgust, "Xiaobao must give some advice to Ziwu's other uncles next time. Next time when choosing a prince, remember to choose one who won't drool without wiping it off.
Clean!"
Ye Beiling glanced sympathetically at the prince who was sitting in jail just now and was showing off. People say that thirty years are in the east of Hedong and thirty are in Hexi, but it only takes that moment for the prince to become an idiot.
Mu Xiaobao wanted to reach out, but looking at the crystal saliva was just too disgusting.
So he tore a piece of clean cloth from the prince's clothes, put it on his hand, and then pressed his chin upwards.
The screams immediately resounded.
"Xiaobao, you can still reattach your chin!" No one cared about Xuanyuan Jing's screams.
Mu Xiaobao nodded in a kind way, "Xiaobao knows a lot. Uncle, do you want to learn? Xiaobao can show you again."
"don't want--"
"Click" "Click"
Mu Xiaobao blinked and looked at Ye Beiling, "Uncle Ye, did you see clearly?"
Ye Beiling saw the half-dead Xuanyuan Jing, looking at him with pleading eyes, with a hint of unbearability, "How about... let me practice it myself?"
