Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated! Chapter 640: Fu Bao: You are miserable, you know?

Chapter 640 Fu Bao: You are miserable, do you know?

"Go, why not?"

The Wheel King sneered, "What does that Zhang Yi have to do with us? Don't forget, we have an agreement with Jie Luck Dao."

"If we don't kill Mr. Xu, then we won't be considered to have completed the entrustment of Jie Yun Dao. How can they fulfill the agreement?"

The eyes of the wheel king are full of sinister evil.

"That's right, that's how it should be!"

King Chu Jiang nodded thoughtfully.

"Zhang Yi, but Du Qingruo's woman's man, if we lost the reason, would Jie Yundao still fulfill the promise?"

"Then, let them go!"

The wheel-turning king's tone was terrifying, "In short, as long as Jie Yundao doesn't take the initiative to tell us to suspend the agreement, we have to complete the agreement."

"Our underworld has always been the most trustworthy!"

"That's it!"

The King of Equality suddenly stood up, "Wait for my good news!"

Xiangyi House, Linyao City.

In the backyard of the prefect's yamen, Fu Bao is waving his small fists in a rhythmic manner, and his mouth is rhythmically humming.

Besides, brothers Dabao and Erbao were beating sandbags.

On the other side, the Three Treasures, Four Treasures, and Five Treasures were playing with sand and rolling in the sand pile, and they had a lot of fun.

As for Da Niu'er and Er Niu'er, because they are female dolls, they are still required to be clean and cannot roll in the sand pit like Sambo and the others.

As several nephews and nieces grew up, a group of little dolls mixed together, and every day at home was like a war.

It is fortunate that there are many people in the family, otherwise, it is really impossible to see such a group of small things.

"Auntie, when will we stop playing sandbags?"

It was another morning of beating sandbags. Dabao and Erbao looked at their little red and swollen fists and felt that they were really pitiful.

How many days has it been?

They're still kids!

Why do they have to beat sandbags every day?

It's obvious that they can fight with the little aunt. Isn't this bullying them?

"Wait until you can beat me!"

Fu Bao squinted and smiled.

It wasn't her idea to let the two older nephews play sandbags.

As for when Dabao and Erbao can stop playing sandbags, it depends on when their grandfather speaks.

It's weird to say that, in Fubao, I learned the super simple method of fetal breathing, but Dabao and Erbao were never allowed to get started. The result is naturally that the poor little brothers can only clean up the same way that Mr. Xu trained Mr. Xu and his brothers back then.

Grandparents?

This is beyond doubt.

It's just that Mr. Xu returned to his two eldest grandsons, but this did not prevent the old man from educating the two grandsons. As for whether Dabao and Erbao understand it, it doesn't matter.

Mr. Xu had no idea of ​​explaining to his two grandsons.

Naturally, Fubao doesn't talk too much.

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

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

I didn't get the answer I wanted from Su Wu, and the two brothers went to grind the grandmother, Mrs. Xu.

Old Mrs. Xu laughed and said, "Yes, as long as your grandfather agrees, grandma agrees!"

Hearing the grandmother speak like this, the younger brothers suddenly collapsed.

"Grandma, don't you like us?"

Er Treasure Ghost Spirit Ghost Spirit, making a pitiful appearance of being abandoned.

However, can Mrs. Xu be fooled by this?

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

"Grandma, I was wrong!"

As soon as she heard that she might be spanked by her father, Er Bao was instantly cowardly.

Fu Bao looked at the pitiful appearance of the two eldest nephews, swayed slowly to the front, and said: "How about this, after you finish punching sandbags every day, will you fight with me for a while?"

"Don't—"

The two brothers almost answered in unison.

They've already worked so hard, so don't worry about it.

Seeing this, Fu Bao just laughed.

After breakfast, Dabao and Erbao went to school with Fubao to study.

Reading, whether it's the ghost's second treasure or the silly big treasure, seems to have inherited their father's powerful genes and is not interested at all.

It's just that, whether the two like it or not, they all have to learn.

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

The taste of stir-fried pork on a bamboo plate, the little brothers have tasted it once before, and they were very impressed.

That time, the two of them were beaten up and screamed, but everyone in the family, whether it was a loving mother, a kind grandmother, or a little aunt who played with them, all helped and begged for mercy.

This also made the younger brothers understand that when their father was playing the board, no one would help them.

So, the little brothers are fighting each other, and they must not taste the second fried pork on bamboo plate.

After school, Fu Bao took the two brothers home as usual, and bought some snacks for the little nephews and nieces at home.

As the aunt of the seven little guys, Fu Bao now looks like an elder.

"Auntie, what are we going to buy today?"

"I want to eat spicy chicken wings!"

Da Bao and Er Bao walked by Fu Bao's side. You said a word to me, and directly answered the question asked by Fu Bao.

"Then eat!"

Fu Bao waved his hand proudly.

As a rich woman, she is really not bad for money.

Although Fu Bao donated all his dowry money to support his father in doing things. However, she not only has the money, but also many other industries, which are all constantly making money.

At the beginning, Mr. Xu was planning to bring the people from Lingshui Village to the spicy roast chicken business, but now he is still doing it, but the participants are no longer from Lingshui Village, but the Huangfengkou battle. The families of those town soldiers.

Nowadays, there are many spicy roast chicken shops in Linyao city.

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

Delicious and never short of customers.

Fubao took Dabao, Erbao, and Lichun, who had been following her, and went straight to the spicy roast chicken shop that she often went to. It turned out that the shop was temporarily closed.

As a frequent visitor, Fu Bao took Da Bao and Er Bao directly to knock on the door.

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

Fu Bao's little hands are not big, but his stamina is not small.

"I am Fu Bao!"

While knocking on the door, Fu Bao reported himself to the door, and at the same time put his ear to the door panel and listened to the movement in the shop.

There is sound!

Sobbing and whimpering!

Fu Bao practiced the fetal breathing method. Although he was not big, his strength was not bad. His hearing was also quite remarkable.

Amid the crowds of people on the street, she could still hear the voices in the shop.

"This voice sounds like someone's mouth is gagged!"

Fu Bao's eyes widened, and then, with a fist, the small fist slammed into the door panel of the store. It was a punch that broke the rod behind the door panel of the store, and the door panel crashed to the ground.

Seeing the situation in the shop, Fubao's face turned cold, and he said, "You are miserable! Do you know?"

(End of this chapter)