Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

The little girl seemed afraid, and immediately hid behind the village chief timidly.

Seeing that she dared to hide, the woman became even more angry, and she raised her hand to pull her out and beat her, but was stopped by the village chief.

"Okay, you, as an adult, how can you hit children when you come up?"

He frowned, "In my face, want to do it indiscriminately?"

The woman saw that he was the village chief after all, and was unwilling to offend him more, so she pulled her son over and showed him the wound on her body.

"Where am I indiscriminate? Look at my son who was beaten by her, and there is no good meat in his whole body! This child is so vicious at a young age, am I not beating her, I am education and education What is she going to do!"

The village chief glanced at the little boy being pulled by the woman.

It's really blue and swollen.

But they all looked like skin injuries.

The village head was also a child who often fought when he was young and was very familiar with this kind of injury.

Put some medicine on the wound and go back to raise it for two days.

It doesn't get in the way.

But she said An Yu hit her child...

The little boy hiccups while crying.

"Just... it's... hiccup... it was she who beat me! She... was fierce... he pressed me to the ground and beat..."

The woman looked at her son distressedly.

"Listen! My son has said so, can something be wrong?"

The village chief turned his head suspiciously and looked at An Yu's small body.

A head shorter than the little boy.

this one.

Can you hit the opponent on the ground?

The village head slowed his voice and asked Su Tang.

"An Yu, did you fight with him just now?"

Even though I asked, the village chief didn't believe it in his heart.

After all, the little girl is really too thin, petite and petite. What is the appearance of a fight?

Su Tang touched the back of his head, and suddenly felt blood in his hand.

She whispered accusations.

"He hit me with a rock."

The village chief saw the blood in Su Tang's palm just now, and he didn't think about it at first.

Now, let’s think about the scar on the girl’s arm...

He immediately checked Xia Su Tang's injury nervously.

Ok.

The wound is not deep.

He turned his head and looked at the little boy sullenly.

"You hit her on the head with a rock?"

The little boy had no idea why the village chief asked him this, and he didn't think it was wrong.

He nodded.

after all.

They had always bullied the original owner like this before.

In their view, the original owner should be bullied by them.

Seeing that the village chief meant to blame her child, the woman immediately screamed.

"What do you mean? She was stupid when her head was smashed by my son! She can't hide! Who can be to blame? Can she beat my son for this little thing? So vicious!"

The village chief's voice suppressed his anger.

"Enough of you! Your son is a human, but An Yu is not a human? You feel distressed if your son is beaten up, no one will hurt An Yu if his head is smashed?"

The woman muttered.

"She doesn't have a father or mother, and someone who has a fart feels bad..."

"I'm telling you! Don't think anyone is a fool! Didn't you just hate An Yu's mother when she didn't make a contribution to An Yu's father, and was mocked by her father? Chew her tongue behind her back! It's just like her mother is generous and doesn't care about you. Now that everyone is gone, you have to target a child!"

He sneered.

"In my opinion, your son has never bullied An Yu like this before! I make it a bit awkward. Your son has bullied An Yu so many times. Even if An Yu was really hit this time, he deserves it!"

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