Only Qianmo looked at the little white tiger and smiled: "You don't want to eat the little white tiger's candy paintings, right? Then don't you want to eat yourself?"

"Uncle Qianmo!" The little guy pouted and looked at the bad-hearted Uncle Qianmo with aggrieved look.

He just likes the little white tiger!

The little white tiger is so cute and majestic.

Why can't he ask for the sugar paintings of the little white tiger he likes?

And his little friend, Little Firefox.

He believed that if he gave the little fox's candy painting to the little fire fox, he would definitely be happy.

The little white tiger suddenly turned his eyes and thought of an excellent opportunity to vent his anger for himself and his friends. He pulled Fengjiao's sleeve with his fat little hand: "Mom, can I ask for another candy painting? I want a dragon, the kind that can fly."

Feng Jiao was stunned for a moment, but immediately nodded and agreed: "Of course there is nothing wrong with this."

"That's great!" The little guy patted his fat little hand: "I want to save the little fox's sugar paintings and the little white tiger's sugar paintings, hum, and then eat the dragon!"

While talking, the little guy unconsciously showed his fierce expression and looked at Qianmo like a demonstrative look.

He knew that Uncle Qianmo was his father's contract beast, and his body was a one-stop.

He couldn't bear to eat his little white tiger, but he could eat Uncle Qianmo's dragon!

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Looking at the little guy's mad look and listening to him threatening himself with that soft and soft voice, even Qianmo couldn't get angry, and even scratched the little guy's nose: "Why are you so interesting, your child!"

Feng Jiao even joked: "You want to eat a dragon? In this case, it is probably not just Uncle Qianmo who will be unhappy, but Uncle Yunshen, Uncle Lingshan, Uncle Yuming and Uncle Chenxuan will not be happy either. What should you do? Do you still have to eat Feilong's sugar painting?"

"I...I won't eat anymore!" The little white tiger shook his head like a rattle: "I like Uncle Yunshen and Uncle Lingshan. There are also Uncle Qianmo. Although he often bullies me with bad intentions and robs the snacks his mother made for me, he taught me very seriously and treated me very well... I don't want Uncle Qianmo, Uncle Yunshen and the others to be unhappy!"

Qianmo: "…"

Is the brat praising him or damaging him?!

Bullying children and snatching children's snacks. Cough cough, if the little guy continues to say this, his face will be lost!

Looking at Qianmo's laugh-cold look, Yun Shen couldn't help laughing and said to the little white tiger: "Don't listen to your uncle Qianmo talk nonsense. Candy painting is just a snack sold by street artists. Whether it is a little tiger, a little fox, or a flying dragon, I don't know how many children I want to sell to. If we all care about these things, how can we live that day? You can eat whatever you want, and you don't need to worry about that much."

"Ah? Is that true?" The little white tiger blinked his big eyes and looked at Yun Shen, saying that he had really learned it.

At this time, Feng Jiao had already bought three sugar paintings: Little Tiger, Little Fox and Feilong.

She thought the little rabbit painted by the artist was also very cute, and she bought an extra rabbit.
Chapter completed!