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¡°Mom, daddy dislikes Xiaotuanzi!¡± Baby Mo opened his mouth to complain.
Mo Lian hooked her long legs and sent the little thing directly to the Peach Blossom God.
Nuochen held a smelly little treasure in his arms. It was either a matter of throwing it away or not, and his handsome face suddenly turned a little green.
"You're such a stinky little dumpling."
"Is there any?" The little guy also raised his sleeve and smelled it, blinked his eyes, and reached out to touch his face.
"Uncle Peach Blossom, could it be that what I dug before was not soil, but bird droppings?" This guy jumped into the arms of God Peach Blossom and rubbed against his clothes.
Nuochen was a little petrified, and the hands holding the little guy were a little stiff.
Mo Lian burst into laughter, nodded and said, "It seems very possible. Or maybe, there was bird droppings mixed in the jar of soil you dug."
Lord Qiao Qiao feels that Qiao Qiao¡¯s Lotus is probably the truth.
So he pinched his nose and called out, "Son, please give that jar of soil to the uncles and aunts over there."
¡°Let them all apply it.¡±
"Okay." Baby Mo looked at his mother with bright phoenix eyes, "Mother, do you want to come and have some?"
"No need." I thank your whole family!
It stinks so much, son, keep it to yourself and enjoy it slowly.
"It's strange, it didn't smell that bad when I dug it." The little guy muttered as he got off the rotten peach blossom, walked towards the people in the sanctuary over there with his short legs.
It may be that it has been sealed in the jar for a long time, so the smell has dissipated.
"Uncles and aunties, here it is for you." Baby Mo happily raised the jar in his hand high and handed it to the fat-bellied man with a stiff face.
"Don't panic. I still have a few cans after I use them up. I'll definitely take care of them."
"Thank you, young master." The pot-bellied man almost forced the words out between his teeth.
Thank you for the whole family!
"You're welcome." The child nodded solemnly, "Just remember to owe me a favor. My mother said, never come back without being rude! I believe you are all adults and will definitely keep your promise."
Everyone in the Sanctuary:
Why doesn¡¯t Mao want to talk to this brat so much?
"Little devil, can you stay away from us?" I really don¡¯t want to be fucked by you anymore.
But strangely enough, the special substance in the jar of bird droppings used to stir the soil is really useful.
During the time when the little guy came over to talk, not a single blackbird swooped down to attack them.
It¡¯s obvious that they themselves hate that smell.
"Hurry up and apply it." The little guy looked at them with encouragement. "You are all adults, so you should know better than me. Compared with the stinky smell, life is more important than your own life. Yes."
"When we are alive, we only have a good reputation. If our lives are gone, then we really have nothing."
????????????????????????????????????????????????? Everyone opened the jar quickly, separated the soil and feces inside, and applied themselves diligently.
"Please stop talking, ancestor, please go!"
Baby Mo was a little depressed. He squatted at his mother's feet and whispered softly through his mother's eggshell cover, "They don't like to talk to me. They ignored me after less than three sentences."
His mother encouraged him through the mask, "Son, don't be discouraged. People who didn't like to talk to my mother in the past have all died later."