Demoness’s Art of Vengeance

Chapter 150: The Little Piece of Skin

Although the abrupt appearance of the small group stunned Jun Xiao stranger for a moment, after returning to his senses, Jun Xiao stranger couldn't help but lift the small group, kissed it on its plush side face, and then rubbed the small group's plush with cheeks happily, his voice shook: “Little boy...”

She really didn't think the little one would make it back. I didn't expect this little thing to not only be fine, but to come back alive and running.

Remembering the blow blocked by the small group, Jun Xiao stranger's hand shivered slightly, quickly dropped the small group, looked everywhere under its plush, afraid of leaving any scars.

“Squeak... Squeak...” The little group was rubbed red-hearted by Jun Xiao stranger, now by Jun Xiao stranger inadvertently tickled the meat, had to “squeak” to smile.

Of course, Jun Xiaowei can't tell the difference between the small group's laughter and other voices. They are all “squeaky” anyway.

Jun Xiaojiao was relieved to see the small group of dragons and live tigers. She kissed him on the side of his face with a little club, "Thank you, little club. ”

Had it not been for the small group, she would have been the one who had fallen seriously injured.

The small group was fainted by a stranger of Jun Xiao's, shyly clutching his tail.

If it hadn't been for the plush covering, it might have been that Jun Xiaoyuan would have discovered that Snow White's little group had turned into a red group, and now, Jun Xiaoyuan thought that the little group had only gone so far and was tired.

“But you can't be so strong anymore, you know?” Jun Xiao poked the little head of the small group and whispered, "I'm really worried. ”

“Squeak?” Xiaodou found that Jun Xiao's eyes were red and swollen, obviously crying, and there were tear marks on them that had not been completely erased.

“Squeak...” The small group wanted to comfort himself with Jun Xiaowen's shoulder like Ye Shuwen. He was too small to help himself. He had only a chubby, slippery fist and even a small claw.

The small group tried it, and found that it didn't have the big palm of Jun Xiao stranger's hand. He had to grab Jun Xiao stranger's index finger and lick it with his little tongue to indirectly tell Jun Xiao stranger that it was all right!

Jun Xiaoyu looked at the very considerate little group and couldn't help laughing.

Halfway through the air, Shao Shirong also laughed. She and Chi Hongyi and Chi always came here with Xiaozi, but they all hid their shapes, just wanted to see what “daughter-in-law" really looked like.

As a result, Gun Xiaowei did not disappoint them. At least, in the actions of Gun Xiaowei and the small group, they could see that Gun Xiaowei really loved their children.

However, one obvious omission of Shao Shirong was that Jun Xiaojiao did not see the small group as a "person”, but only as a smart and smart little animal.

This “wonderful” misunderstanding will therefore continue.

Chi Lao felt that the observation was almost complete, then removed the invisible barrier. A few ripples were raised at high altitude. The shape of the three of them slowly appeared in the heavy ripples.

It was at that time that Jun Xiaoyuan looked up at the sky and quickly discovered the three people who had suddenly appeared.

Jun Xiaowen looked vigilantly at the three people “standing” in the middle of the sky and quickly put the small group in a safe place in his coat and stood up in front of Jun Ruihan - Ye Shuwen went out to find food, at this time there was only Jun Xiaowen, the small group and a large and unconscious prince, so protect the other two (or one “mouse” per person?) The burden fell on Jun Xiaoyuan's shoulder.

Shao Shirong, Chi Hongyeng and Chi Lao slowly descended. With the exception of Shao Shirong, both Chi Hongyeng and Chi Lao had no expression. They had highly unpredictable glances in their eyes and looked very serious.

These three are strong! When the three Shao Shirong men landed on the ground not far from Junxiao, Junxiao could clearly feel the pressure of hierarchical differences.

Jun Xiaowei doesn't know who these three people are, let alone whether they are enemies or friends. He only knows that by his own strength, he will not survive the attack of these three men.

But even so, she can't run away without Jung Ruihan, because they are companions who have lived and died together, and friends identified by King Xiao's strangers.

Besides, Ye Shuwen hasn't come back yet. What if Ye Shuwen comes back and meets these people? She has to make some early warnings.

Jun Xiao stared closely at those three men, nerves all over his body like a tight bow string, ready to strike back.

Shao Shirong picked his eyebrows and a little bit of the direction of King Xiao stranger. He said to the surrounding Pool Honor and Old Pool: “The child has a good heart, I like it, no wonder Pool didn't let her go. ”

With Shao Sirong's strength, how could he not see the training level of Jun Xiao Qi Qi Level 3? However, Jun Xiao Qi was able to stand firm in front of his companions after they deliberately unleashed hierarchical pressure. It can be seen that he was not a selfish and virulent generation.

Chi Hongyang and Chi Lao did not answer, obviously still watching. In particular, Chi Lao, who has lived for thousands of years, sees better the good and evil of humanity, and judges a person with greater caution.

The small group heard the mother's voice and drilled out of the clothes of Jun Xiao's stranger. He shouted twice “squeakingly" and his sliding eyes looked in the direction of Shao Shirong without blinking.

What it's trying to say is, "Don't bully Xiao Qiao!"

Shao Sirong sighed and muttered, “This child really has a daughter-in-law who forgot her mother." After that, he picked the corner of his lip and hooked his finger to the small group. "Xiao Ji, come here! ”

After a moment of tangling, the small group jumped out of the clothes of Jun Xiao's stranger and snuck back to Shao Sirong's feet. He was hugged by Shao Sirong and held in his hand.

“Little bastard!” Jun Xiaowei didn't know why they called Xiaozi “Xiao Pool”, nor did she understand why Xiaozi ran over so obediently, she was just worried that he would hurt Xiaozi.

Seeing clearly that Jun Xiao had no false apprehension about his son, Shao Shirong nodded satisfied and then remembered something. He raised his eyebrows slightly: “Do you call him a... small group? ”

What's that name, daughter-in-law's name for her son, how can it be like a pet rat?

The small group was slightly stiff, lying in the palm of her mother's hand and pretending to be immobile.

Little master of a hidden world family, but disguised as a pet mouse for half a year, is really... humiliating!

Little bastard can't imagine how parents and tribes would make fun of him when they knew he was such a "dog leg”, at least, properly become their talking capital after tea meal.

Jun Xiaowei doesn't think there's anything wrong with this. After all, the small group is so white and fleecy. It's called the "small group”. It's lovely and memorable.

However, she did realize that the other side had little hostility, at least that the other side and the small group should know each other.

Jun Xiao thought about it and hesitated for a moment, politely asked: “Excuse me... did some of my predecessors help me save the little group? ”

Jun Xiaowei temporarily only got along with this possibility.

She felt that it was only this possibility that could explain why the small group had “fallen from the sky”, after all, it was obviously unlikely that one “mouse” could have gone that far on its own with the ability of the small group.

Shao Shirong stunned for a moment and thought about the daughter-in-law's words about her son... how can it taste worse to hear?

Anyway, she answered Jun Xiaoyuan's question and said, "We saved him, but we didn't save him for no reason, so you don't have to thank us. ”

“This...” Jun Xiao Qiao really wanted to express his gratitude, now that the nun had said it, he blocked all her words.

She twisted her eyebrows and thought, suddenly remembering that the female nun across the street called Little Pond.

“Is it true... you and Little Brothers knew each other before that?” After a moment of hesitation, Jun Xiao glared at his eyes with dismay.

Shao Shirong gave Jun Xiaoyuan a praiseworthy look and said: “I did know him before this, why don't you guess our relationship with the little guy? ”

Forgive Shao Shirong, she really can't call her son “Little Dumpling" and feels like she has a pet instead of a son.

The hint given by Shao Sirong is already obvious. In Shao Sirong's view, Jun Xiaoyuan should soon be able to guess their identities.

If not, Jun Xiao's eyes lit up, revealed a sudden enlightened expression, and hammered the palm of the hammer with his fist.

“I got it! ”

The Shao Shirong dynasty revealed a compassionate smile in the face of future generations.

Yet...

Immediately afterwards, Jun Xiao was a little reluctant and looked at the little group in Shao Shirong's arms with a bit of confusion. He said, "Are you the previous owner of the small group? Must be ready to take away the little group this time... although reluctant, perhaps it would be safer for the little group to stay with their predecessors...”

Former...... Master......

Shao Shirong's merciful smile just froze on his face.

Chi Hongyi, Chi Lao: “…"

Jun Xiaoyu's next words, Shao Sirong has not been able to hear them very clearly, because her whole life was overshadowed by the name of "daughter-in-law”, the “former owner”.

No wonder... No wonder it's called "Little Dumplings"...

How dare daughter-in-law keep her son as a pet?!

This... this... can this be considered "two lovers”?!!

Shao Shirong felt as though she had misunderstood something. At least, when Jun Xiaoyuan had always treated his son as a rat, she could not find the possibility that Jun Xiaoyuan would like his son.

It's not like there's a “special hobby”.

The small group “squeaked” and covered its eyes with small claws, and at this moment it felt that this thick layer of plush on its face could not cover the skin from which it had fallen.