Chapter 640 Fubao: You are in trouble, do you know?

"Go, why not?"

The Wheel King sneered, "What does that matter to us if Zhang Yi is trying to die by himself? Don't forget that we have an agreement with the Tao of Calamity."

"If we don't kill Xu Laosan, we won't have completed the entrustment of the robbery. How could they fulfill the agreement?"

The eyes of the Wheel King were full of evil.

"Yes, that's what it should be!"

King Chujiang nodded thoughtfully.

"This Zhang Yi, but Du Qingruo's woman's man, would he still fulfill the agreement because of our loss?"

"Then, they can't help!"

The tone of the Wheel King was gloomy and terrifying, "In short, as long as the Journey Dao did not take the initiative to tell us to stop the agreement, we had to complete the agreement."

"Our underworld has always been the most trustworthy!"

"That's it!"

The King of Equality suddenly stood up and said, "Waiting for good news from me!"

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Xiangyi Prefecture, Linzhicheng.

In the backyard of the prefect's yamen, Fu Bao was waving his small fists in a manner, making a rhythmic humming sound in his mouth.

And beside him, Dabao and Erbao brothers were pounding sandbags.

On the other side, the Three Treasures, Four Treasures, and Five Treasures are playing with sand and rolling around in the pile of sand, having a lot of fun.

As for Da Niuer and Er Niuer, because they are girls, they are still asked to love cleanliness and cannot roll in the sand pit like Sanbao and the others.

As a few nephews and nieces grew up, a group of little babies mingled together, and the family was like fighting every day.

Fortunately, there are many people in the family, otherwise, I would really not be able to see such a group of small things.

"Auntie, when will we not get a sandbag?"

It was another sandbag hitting the whole morning. Dabao and Erbao looked at their little red and swollen fists and felt that they were so pitiful.

How many days have it been?

They are still children!

Why do they have to beat sandbags every day?

Obviously they can box with their aunt, isn’t this bullying them?

"I'll talk when you can beat me!"

Fu Bao smiled with his eyes squinted.

It was not her idea to ask her two big nephews to make sandbags.

As for when the Dabao will be allowed to stop making sandbags, it depends on when their grandfather will speak.

It's strange to say that Fu Bao learned a super simple fetal breathing method, but Dabao and Erbao were never allowed to get started. As a result, the poor guys could only deal with each other as Mr. Xu practiced Mr. Xu and his brothers back then.

Grandparents and grandchildren are relatives from generation to generation?

This is not to be doubted.

However, Mr. Xu returned to his grandson with his relatives, but this did not hinder the old man's education on his grandson's success. As for the big treasure, it doesn't matter whether the second treasure understands it.

Mr. Xu did not have the idea of ​​explaining to his two grandchildren.

Naturally, Fubao wouldn't say anything too much.

It is also a very interesting thing to watch the two big nephews beat the sandbags hard every day.

"Grandma, can we not have to make sandbags every day?"

I didn't get the answer I wanted from Su Wu, so the two of them went to mock the grandmother of Mrs. Xu again.

Old Mrs. Xu smiled and said, "Yes, as long as your grandfather agrees, grandmother agrees!"

When the two of them heard their grandmother talking, they suddenly lost their faces.

"Grandma, do you don't like us anymore?"

The second treasure is a ghost spirit, and he looks pitiful and abandoned.

However, can Mrs. Xu be fooled by this?

"Go and go, pretend to be pitiful again, wait for your father to come back and see if he doesn't spank you!"

"Grandma, I was wrong!"

When Erbao heard that he might be spanked by his own father, he was instantly timid.

Fubao looked at the pitiful appearance of his two nephews, slowly swayed to him and said, "Why don't you do this? After you finish the sandbag every day, you will punch me for a while?"

"don't want--"

The two guys answered almost in unison.

They have worked so hard that they don’t have to worry about it.

Seeing this, Fubao just laughed.

After breakfast, Dabao and Erbao followed Fubao to study in school.

When studying, whether it is the second treasure of the ghost or the somewhat innocent treasure, it seems that they have inherited the powerful genes of their own father and are not interested at all.

But, no matter whether the two guys like it or not, they have to learn it.

If they don’t learn, when their father comes back, they will definitely give them a bamboo plate fried pork.

The two guys tasted the taste of fried pork on bamboo board once before, and they were very impressed.

That time, the two were beaten and screamed, but the family, whether they loved their mother, kind grandmother, or the little aunt who took them to play, helped to plead.

This also made the two guys understand that no one would help their father when he was hitting the board.

So, the two of you are fighting each other, so don’t taste the second bamboo fried pork.

After school, Fubao still took the two of them home, and on the way, he went to buy some snacks for his nephews and nieces at home.

As the little aunt of seven little guys, Fubao is now very old-fashioned.

"Auntie, what are we buying today?"

"I want to eat spicy chicken wings!"

Dabao, Erbao walked beside Fubao, and gave the answer to the question asked Fubao with one word and one word.

"Then just eat it!"

Fu Bao waved proudly.

As a rich woman, she is really not short of money.

Although in order to support her father in trouble, Fubao contributed all her dowry money. However, she had more than that money, but also many other industries, which were made from energy sources to make money.

At the beginning, Mr. Xu was originally planning to bring the people from Lingshui Village to make a spicy roast chicken deal, but now it is still being done. However, the participants are no longer from Lingshui Village, but the families of the soldiers in the township battle at Huangfengkou.

Nowadays, there are many spicy roast chicken shops in this Lintai City.

But even so, the business of every shop is quite good.

Delicious, never short of customers.

Fubao took Dabao, Erbao, and the beginning of spring who had been following her, and went straight to the spicy roast chicken shop that she often went to, but found that the shop had temporarily closed.

As a regular visitor, Fubao took Dabao and Erbao went up to knock on the door.

"Uncle Ding, Aunt Miao, are you here?"

Fu Bao's small hands are not big, but he is very excited to knock on the door.

"I am Fubao!"

While knocking on the door, Fubao reported himself to the door, and at the same time put his ear on the door panel to listen to the movements in the shop.

There is a sound!

Whispering!

Fu Bao practiced fetal breathing. Although he was not very big, his strength was not bad, and his hearing was quite impressive.

With the crowds of people on the street, she still heard the sound in the shop.

"This sound seems like a person is blocked!"

Fubao widened his eyes, then swung his fist and his small fist hit the door panel of the shop. He actually broke the insertion rod behind the door panel of the shop with one punch, and the door panel fell to the ground with a bang.

When Fubao saw the situation in the shop, he turned cold and said crisply, "You are miserable! Do you know?"
Chapter completed!