V4.Chapter 10

Vegetable chicken.

Dabao wrote.

The white-haired old man was fried on the spot, you stinky boy, please explain to me, what does a chicken mean?

Dabao ignored him, but the white-haired old man vaguely read a sentence from Dabao's contemptuous eyes--you can even pick a piece of fruit, what's the use of you?

The fire in the heart of the white-haired old man is like eating a thousand gold dynamite. Isn't it because they shouldn't eat fruit in the first place? How did it end up being his fault?

Dabao resolutely put away the pen and paper, and stopped chatting with someone.

When the white-haired old man saw that he died, he pulled his sleeves and hummed, "You know you're wrong, right? It's too bad, right? Why did you go earlier!"

Dabao paused, took out the pen and paper again, and wrote a line of words: Only compete with like-minded people, not with fools.

The white-haired old man: "...!!"

After that, Dabao really ignored him.

The white-haired old man stabbed a few more words, and Dabao pretended not to hear him, and the cell suddenly fell silent.

Let's not mention that the lamb fell asleep, but the three of them were awake, but they haven't cried once since they were caught, which is very surprising.

Are you so calm?

What have you been through?

The three little eggs have a lot of experience. It was not the three little milk buns who would be scared to cry by thunderstorms. They have their own sisters, and now they are all brothers. Of course, they can't be afraid. Now, they still have to protect their sister!

The white-haired old man also seemed to remember the situation in the cave. The moment Shengluan flew out, the three little dumb hairs became calmer than when they first came in. That is to say, the more critical the environment, the more the three little dumb hairs became. More calm.

It wasn't because he was half-dead from their anger, the white-haired old man wanted to exclaim from the bottom of his heart, what a treasure.

From the door of the cell, the sound of guards patrolling was heard from time to time. Dabao held the schoolbag with Yan Xiaosi in his arms, Erbao and Xiaobao sat on either side of him, and both leaned their small heads on his shoulders.

Now that the guards are heavily guarded, it is not a good time to escape.

San Xiaodan closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The white-haired old man took a weak breath. When is it time, and he is still in the mood to sleep? The heart is so big!

But then I thought about it, in the middle of the night, after struggling for so long, how could such a small child survive?

This is the only place where the white-haired old people still believe that they are children. There is nothing wrong with children who feel a lot!

The white-haired old man is not so easy to fall asleep. First, he has to be alert to the movements around him. Although it is already fish on the chopping board, no one will easily accept his fate until the last moment, right?

Second, it is naturally to digest the doubts in the bottom of my heart.

Something must have happened in the Holy Land.

But what will happen?

I don't know how long he thought about it, and he felt drowsy after thinking about it. At this moment, there was a wow wow wow sound in Dabao's schoolbag. It was very small.

The white-haired old man ignored it until Yan Xiaosi climbed out of his schoolbag.

She was wearing beautiful clothes, which were white and glowed in the dim dungeon.

The white-haired old man was about to fall asleep in a daze, and when he saw this little lamb, he was still thinking, why is there a sheep in the prison...

wait, sheep?

sheep? !

The white-haired old man suddenly woke up!

He looked at Yan Xiaosi, and saw that Yan Xiaosi had already climbed to the side of the prison door, holding the wooden board with both hands, as if he was about to go out.

The white-haired old man shook his head, don't be stupid, little stupid sheep, you can't get out!

Thought he didn't try it? As soon as he sat down, he broke it with his hands. This is not an ordinary wood at all, but a mysterious wood with added strength. Its hardness is not much weaker than the black iron in the market.

Even if he chops it with a big knife, it will take an unknown number of strokes to cut it off.

As a result, the wooden board shattered into powder in Yan Xiaosi's hands.

White-haired old man: "..."

What is the swollen illusion that this is a weak and harmless little sheep?

After having a perverted brother and an iron-fanged brother, he actually once imagined that this girl was weak and harmless, and he was so stupid...

Yan Xiaosi crawled out slowly.

The white-haired old man tried to catch him but didn't catch it. He wanted to wake up Dabao, but he suddenly thought that if Dabao woke up, he would definitely leave here with his younger brother and sister, but he didn't want to leave so soon. Since he came, he would If you want to investigate the inside of the Demon Race carefully, you may be able to get some useful information.

The thought flashed, he closed his mouth, and crept out after Yan Xiaosi.

When Yan Xiaosi climbed to the door of the prison, two guards from the Demon Race were talking.

The white-haired old man thought to himself, it was over, he would be caught before he went out, but he saw Yan Xiaosi crawling between the two of them with hands and feet on the ground.

The two were chatting and laughing, completely unaware of the little things at their feet.

The white-haired old man stared, is this okay? !

The white-haired old man also wanted to try, and he also planned to crawl through them. Just halfway through the climb, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. It seemed that there was some powerful murderous aura coming towards him.

He slowly raised his head, and saw the two demon guards who were still chatting and laughing just now, each carrying a large sword, looking at him with eyeballs.

The white-haired old man looked at them, and then at Yan Xiaosi who was crawling farther and farther, the corner of his mouth twitched——

Look at me or not, you are blind! ! !

The white-haired old man was beaten and dragged back to the cell with two huge dark circles under his eyes.

"Broken the prison door!" A demon guard was furious and beat the white-haired old man again.

The white-haired old man is crazy.

Not him!

If he has the ability, will he only open a "dog hole"?

You are also blind!

Yan Xiaosi threw the pot, and crawled up and down the corridor energetically.

"Eh? Look, there's a sheep there!"

In the small garden in the distance, a patrolling guard pointed at Yan Xiaosi who was crawling non-stop.

His companion turned his head, but Yan Xiaosi had already turned around and went around to the other side of the corridor.

The companion didn't see it, so he turned his head and said to him: "Did you read it wrong? Where did we get the sheep from the magic palace? The wolf is almost the same!"

"Really! I just saw it! Such a small one, chubby, good..." The patrolling guard gestured and wanted to say how cute he was, and when he spoke, he remembered that this is not what a demon guard should say. , hurriedly changed his mouth and said, "It seems that he was born not long ago."

The companion smiled lightly: "Perhaps the ewes they caught gave birth, it's okay, such a small sheep may be slaughtered after two laps, let's not worry about that, we caught a few more tonight. A child, almost a hundred."

The patrolling guard said: "This is the last batch."

The companion said: "Well, when they are sent to Earth Demon Palace, the Demon Seed will be refined."

The patrolling guards crossed their hands, palms facing inwards, pressed their shoulders, looked at the bright moon above their heads, and said reverently, "With the Demon Seed, the Demon Lord will be able to come to the world as scheduled."

Yan Xiaosi was stuffy in her schoolbag. She finally got out to get some air. Naturally, she had to climb enough.

Along the way, more than one demon guard saw her, but no one recognized it as a human baby, and regarded her as a little beautiful sheep.

No wonder they thought so, no human child would be so calm!

And that outfit is really small and beautiful, isn't it?

The little sheep climbed the high (gate) mountain (sill), crossed the big (fish) sea (pool), passed through the clump (flower) forest (garden), and came to a quiet courtyard.

She's exhausted (and isn't)!

"Hu~hu~hu~" She sat down, raised her chubby hand, and wiped the sweat that didn't exist.

The courtyard is unguarded, because there is a more powerful restriction than the guards, and no master can pass through casually until—

Yan Xiaosi crawled in.

Yan Xiaosi climbed into a candle-lit hall.

In the center of the hall is an exquisite cold jade coffin.

"Huh?" Yan Xiaosi looked up at the coffin.

The coffin was too high and the body was smooth, so she couldn't climb up.

She turned her head, climbed to a small stool, pressed her small head against the small stool, crawled up and down, and pushed the small stool to the front of the coffin.

She climbed up on the stool first, then stepped on the stool and climbed up the coffin.

The coffin had no lid, and inside lay a boy who seemed to be asleep.

The teenager is not very old, about eleven years old, but he is dressed in blue clothes, with picturesque eyebrows and a beautiful face.

Yan Xiaosi grabbed the edge of the coffin with his hands, and hung his small body on the coffin, with his little fat legs curled up, staring at the jade-like youth without blinking.

Yan Xiaosi's eyes were daring, and she sucked!

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Who is this boy?