The little girl opposite was helpless and nodded sadly: "Yes, I didn't expect that I was actually allergic to watermelon."
At this point, the little girl seemed to have remembered something, and raised her hand to break a hanging branch: "What's even more annoying is that after I became disfigured due to a watermelon allergy, my senior brothers not only didn't sympathize with me, they also
They also laughed at me and sent me to this mountain to pick mushrooms."
"Tell me, do they have any humanity left? I am such a lovely little girl, and they torture me like this. Where can there be any ghost mushrooms on such a hot day?"
The little girl became angrier as she spoke.
Lu Zizhong looked at her such cute movements and expressions, and wanted to laugh more and more.
Then, he pointed to a few mushrooms in the little girl's basket and said, "Didn't you pick several of them already? This shows that there are indeed mushrooms in this valley, and your senior brothers did not make things difficult for you."
The little girl glared at him again through the swollen eye slits: "Humph, it turns out you boys are all the same, and you know how to bully us girls."
After saying that, she ignored Lu Zizhong and walked forward directly with the small backpack on her back.
Lu Zizhong felt that the other party was angry and did not dare to say anything more. He could not afford to offend the six or seven-year-old little girl, whose face changed faster than the weather in six days. He simply stopped talking.
After the little girl walked out for a while, she looked back and saw that he was still following her. She was a little angry and asked, "Why do you keep following me?"
Lu Zizhong touched his swollen nose: "Well, I fell from above and don't know the way. I can only follow you out."
The little girl looked up at the unfathomable mountain peak with some disbelief: "You fell from the top and didn't die. You're really lucky!"
"..." How should he, a fifteen-year-old high school student, handle this?
"Well, I'm just lucky enough to hang on a crooked tree." He explained nonchalantly.
"Extend your hand!" The little girl's voice suddenly became serious.
"What are you doing?" Although he said this, he still obediently stretched out his hand.
The little girl grabbed his wrist: "Many internal injuries appear to be fine on the surface, but then, at a certain moment, they will fall down and meet the King of Hell. It's hard to say that you are like this. I think
look."
After speaking, her expression became serious and focused.
"Can you still feel your pulse?" Lu Zizhong looked surprised.
What kind of magical little girl did he meet? She seemed to be only seven years old at most and could feel her pulse? Why didn't he believe it?
However, when he saw that the little girl's face was so swollen that she could not see clearly, but she still looked focused, he did not dare to say anything more.
The little girl focused on checking his pulse for five minutes, then pressed on his abdomen and chest: "Does it hurt?"
Lu Zizhong shook his head: "It's a bit, it hurts a bit when you press it. I'm very surprised. You must be seven years old at most. Why are your hands so strong?"
The little girl gave him another look through the slit in her eyes: "I'm even more surprised, uncle, you fell from such a high mountain top and you didn't fall to death or have any internal injuries. You are still not a human being!"
Lu Zizhong jerked his hand away and said in a very unhappy voice: "Who are you calling uncle? I'm only fifteen years old, okay?"
"Fifteen? Don't lie to us kids. I think you look like you are at least twenty-eight." After saying that, the little girl chuckled. Her laughter was sweet and sweet, like a lark in the woods.
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"You, how can you, a kid like you, talk? No wonder your senior brothers want you to come to this deserted valley to pick mushrooms alone!"
Lu Zizhong was almost driven crazy by the little girl's words.
