"You said you were scratched by the white cat. Where? Is anything okay?" Xiaoman frowned slightly.
"It's okay, okay!" Fan Xiaolian shook her head hurriedly
"show me!"
Xiaoman had a serious face and a commanding tone.
Fan Xiaolian lowered her head and slowly raised her little hands.
Xiaoman immediately grabbed Fan Xiaolian's slender, boneless little hand, and saw three shallow scratch marks on the little hand.
"It's okay, you can see everything is fine."
Seeing Xiao Manliu's frown, Fan Xiaolian's face turned slightly red, but her heart felt warm.
"You are so tall. Look at the scars. Why are you so stupid? You were even scratched by a cat!" Xiaoman said a little unhappy.
Fan Xiaolian's fair face was a little shy, but she knew in her heart that Sister Xiaoman didn't really blame her, but cared about her.
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't caught that cat, it wouldn't have been scratched, and my mother wouldn't have left so early!" Fan Xiaolian lowered her head and blamed herself.
"Are you still thinking about such a thing at this time?"
Xiaoman tapped Fan Xiaolian's forehead angrily, and Fan Xiaolian smiled sheepishly.
"There will be more opportunities in the future, but that white cat is really hateful. If I catch it in the future, I will have to stew it!"
Xiaoman didn't think she was trying to help Fan Xiaolian vent her anger.
She simply felt that if it weren't for the white cat, Yang Yulan and Song Xiaochun's affairs might have ended.
That white cat is so disgusting.
"Sister Xiaoman, look there are so many people there!"
Suddenly, Fan Xiaolian pointed forward and said in surprise.
Xiao Man raised his head and took a look.
At this moment, there were many people gathered around the big locust tree, including men, women, old and young, including many students from the school.
After all, during this period of time, these students had often heard stories about the old beggar from their families. Unfortunately, when their school was over, the old beggar had already left.
"so many people!"
Xiaoman was slightly startled. She didn't expect that so many people would come here to listen to the old beggar telling stories.
"Sister Xiaoman, what should I do?" Fan Xiaolian looked at Xiaoman aside.
"It's the same when we listen here. There's no need to squeeze to the front!" Xiao Man said.
"Yes!" Fan Xiaolian nodded.
Although there were many people, the scene was extremely quiet, and an old man's voice slowly came from the crowd.
Today, what the old beggar told was not the story of some people, but some strange things. There was a kind of magical bird in the north with nine heads, and this magical bird was worshiped by certain people.
Xiaoman couldn't help but frown when he heard this.
Isn't this magical bird that the old beggar is talking about the ferocious beast Jiu Feng?
The only people who worship ferocious beasts are the barbarians in the wilderness. The barbarians' cultivation methods are different from those in the Central Plains. What they practice is the power of totems.
And this totem is the ferocious beast they worship, and most of these ferocious beasts are very powerful.
However, unlike monsters, monsters can also cultivate their spiritual intelligence and transform into humans. However, no matter how powerful a ferocious beast is, it does not have any spiritual intelligence at all.
Even ferocious beasts above the divine transformation stage are still just cruel and inhuman beasts.
Fortunately, most of these ferocious beasts exist in wild places.
The barbarians rely on the totems they believe in to enshrine ferocious beasts to practice and gain powerful strength.
Since there are many barbarian tribes in the wilderness, each barbarian tribe believes in different ferocious beasts.
Some barbarian tribes believe in ferocious beasts that still exist today, but some barbarian tribes believe in ferocious beasts that have long since disappeared.
But Xiaoman didn't know how to practice.
After all, because her qualifications were too poor in her previous life, she spent a lot of time practicing. She knew these things through books.
However, this life is different from the previous life.
If possible, she would like to see everywhere in this life.
"Sister Xiaoman, do you think the nine-headed strange bird that the old gentleman mentioned exists?" Fan Xiaolian was very curious about the nine-headed strange bird that the old beggar told about.
"I think it might exist, isn't there a saying that says, the world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders!" Xiaoman smiled, but looked at the crowd with a bit of confusion.
She wondered how the old beggar knew such a thing.
Is it a coincidence?
Or maybe the old beggar heard it from other places.
After all, most beggars live in no fixed abode and hear many strange things. This is not surprising.
Xiaoman listened for a while and felt a little bored.
Although the strange stories told by the old beggar sounded strange to ordinary people, they were just ordinary to her.
"Xiaolian, I'm going back first!"
Xiaoman turned to look at Fan Xiaolian who was standing aside. Fan Xiaolian listened very carefully.
"Okay, Sister Xiaoman, walk slowly, I want to listen to the story here!" Fan Xiaolian said with a sweet smile.
Xiaoman nodded and walked home.
…
Return home.
Xiao Man heard Bu Fan's voice teaching Xiao Xibao a lesson.
"When you grow up, you still know how to climb over the wall. Don't you know that climbing over the wall is dangerous? What if you fall? Don't pretend to be pitiful, just stand still!"
Xiaoman was a little confused.
Walk in and take a look.
I saw little Xibao standing in the yard, pouting his little mouth, looking very pitiful. There was a big toad beside him, and a ginseng stick standing there too.
"Xiao Huanbao, what's wrong?" Xiao Man came to Xiao Huanbao's side softly and asked in a low voice.
"If dad doesn't let my sister go out to play, she wants to climb the wall and get out, but dad catches her!" Xiao Huanbao said honestly.
"Just such a small thing?" Xiaoman was a little confused, what did she think it was.
"That's all. Don't you know the story of stealing needles when you were young and stealing gold when you were older? If you dare to climb over the wall now at such a young age, who knows what you will do in the future?" Bu Fan suddenly said sternly after hearing Xiao Man's words.
Xiaoman: "..."
She had indeed never heard the story about stealing needles when she was young and stealing gold when she was older, but she could understand what it meant.
"Do you know you were wrong now?" Bu Fan said with a straight face.
"Uh-huh!"
Little Xibao nodded his little head, and the toad and ginseng doll beside him also nodded.
"Do you dare to climb over the wall in the future?" Bu Fan asked again.
Little Xibao shook her head repeatedly, and the toad and ginseng doll beside her also shook their heads.
"Okay, I'll forgive you this time, but there won't be a next time!" Bu Fan waved his hand and his tone became much gentler.
Little Xibao nodded with a pitiful face and then left, followed by the toad and the ginseng doll.
"Little frog, little ginseng, who told you to leave? You must stand there all night!"
Bu Fan had no expression on his face, and walked into the house with his hands behind his back.
Xiao Xibao's eyes widened.
Toad: "..."
Ginseng Doll: "..."
"The little frog and the little ginseng have also climbed over the wall?" Xiao Man looked at Xiao Huanbao doubtfully.
"No!" Xiao Huanbao shook his head.
"Then why did dad punish them?" Xiaoman asked.
"Maybe dad wants to kill the chicken to show to his sister!" Xiao Huanbao thought for a while and said.
"All right!"
Xiaoman suddenly thought of something and chased him into the house.
At this moment, Bu Fan was sitting in the room and calmly poured himself a cup of tea.
"Dad, do you have any ointment to remove scars?" Xiao Man came to sit next to Bu Fan.
"Are you injured?" Bu Fan raised his eyes and asked.
"No, it's just a friend of mine who was injured some time ago. I asked for it for her!" Xiao Man explained.
"Is it your best friend Fan Xiaolian?" Bu Fan said with a smile.
"What a little bestie, she is my little follower!" Xiaoman corrected.
"I know, I know!" Bu Fan smiled, "I remember that your senior brother has some ointment to remove scars, go and ask him for it!"
"Then I'll go!"
With that said, Xiaoman ran towards Lu Ren's house.
Bu Fan shook his head, "The enemy in the previous life, the little follower in this life, is this what it is? By the way, happy enemies!"