Chapter 5650: Illusion 9

Chapter 5650 Fantasy World 9
"Father, Dad dislikes the small dumplings!" Mo baby opened his mouth to complain.
Mo Lian took a long leg and sent the little thing directly to Peach Blossom Deity.
Fenchen embraced a stinky little treasure, throwing it was not not thrown nor was it, a handsome face was a little green.
"You are so stinky little dumplings."
"Is there?" The little guy raised his sleeve and smelled it, blinked, blinked, and reached out to touch his face.
"Uncle Peach Blossom, wouldn't I dig not soil, but bird dung?" The goods rushed into the peach blossom god's arms and rubbed back and forth on his clothes.
Fenchen was petrified, holding the little guy's hand, and it was a little bit stiff.
Mo Lian thumped and nodded, "It seems very likely. Or maybe it's the pot of soil you dig that bird dung mixed in."
Master Qiao Qiao thinks that Qiao Qiao's lotus is probably the truth.
So he squeezed his nose and called out, "Son, please send that pot of soil to the uncles and aunts over there."
"Let them all paint on."
"Okay." Baby Mo looked at her mother-in-law with a pair of phoenix eyes. "Do you want to come here, mother-in-law?"
"No need." I thank you the whole family!
It's so stinky, son, just keep it for yourself and enjoy it slowly.
"Strange, when I dug, it was obviously not so stinky." The little guy muttered, and came down from the rotten peach blossoms, stroking the short legs, and went to the people in the sanctuary over there.
It may have been sealed in the jar for a long time, so the smell will come out.
"Aunts and uncles, for your use." Baby Mo happily lifted the jar in his hand and handed it to a stiff-faced man with big belly.
"Don't panic. I've run out of several jars when I'm finished. Absolutely enough."
"Thank you little son." The big-bellied man almost forced the words out of his teeth.
Thank you, my little son!
"You're welcome." The child nodded solemnly, "Remember to owe me a favor. It's okay for my mother to say that it's not polite to come and go! I believe you are all grown-ups and you will keep your promises."
Everyone in Sanctuary: ...
Why doesn't Mao want to talk to this kid?
Can you stay away from us, kid? I really don't want to be continued by you.
But weird to say, that jar of bird droppings is really useful for mixing dirt with special materials.
During the time when the little guy came to talk, no black bird swooped down and attacked them.
It is obvious that they also hate the smell very much.
"Apply it quickly." The little guy looked at them with encouragement. "You are all adults, and you should all understand the truth. The smelly smell is more important than your own life. Yes. "
"We are all alive, and we can count on our faces. If we lose our lives, then we will really lose everything."
Everyone was stunned, and quickly opened the jar, splitting the dirt and feces in it with all their hands and feet, and smeared themselves hard.
I beg you to stop talking, ancestors, go!
Baby Mo was a little depressed, squatted by her mother's eggshell cover, squatted at her mother's feet and said quietly, "They don't like to talk to me. If you can't say three sentences, just ignore me."
His mother encouraged him through the hood, "Son, don't be discouraged. Those who didn't love talking to mothers before, all died later."
Everyone: ...
(End of this chapter)