Three-year-old little dragon cub: I am a group favorite in the villain's house

Chapter 4 Two Little Rice Buckets

Since the little one didn't have much experience and wasn't very good at concealing her nervous emotions, so when she was frightened by Song Jichen's words, she couldn't hold it in for a moment, howled out and started to do it...

Song Jichen watched in amusement as the little girl howled, unable to suppress the curve of her lips.This stupid kid can't even cry, he can only howl.Only thunder but no rain.

In the room, Xuan Xuan, who was trapped under Song Jiyuan's creaking nest, twisted his little body curiously and asked: "Brother, why is the second brother grinning?"

"He's finished." Song Jiyuan said three words with an indifferent expression.

"Why is it over?" Xuanxuan gnawed his fingers.

Song Jiyuan didn't say anything, but just touched Xuan Xuan's head.

Why is it over? ?

Because... Qianhao is just thunder but no rain.

And the result was indeed like this. In the next second, a thunder from the sky rumbled towards Song Jichen. There was no warning, no dark clouds and no prelude. This thunder struck down just like this...

Mrs. Song was so shocked by this scene that she reached out to cover her heart and gasped for air.The moment the thunder struck down at her second grandson, her doubts about the little cub's identity were almost completely wiped away.Old swan! !
When the thunder struck down, it brought with it a lot of sparks, and almost at the same time, everything in the yard burned down without exception.

"Ayuan, no wonder the little girl asked you to move the chicken coop." Mrs. Song patted her chest in fear.With the yard in such a state, when their parents come back, these little bastards will probably get beaten up again.

"No, grandma, I smell the smell of roast chicken!!!" Xuan Xuan twisted his little body and kicked his short legs in an attempt to break free from Song Jiyuan's shackles. He could already smell the smell of roast chicken! !

"The smell of roasted chicken??? Damn it!" Mrs. Song couldn't care less about what was going on outside at this time. Xuanxuan, the little brat, had a dog nose and could never miss the smell of food.If he said it was roasted chicken, it must be roasted chicken! !Where did the roast chicken come from in this poor yard? It must have been because the hens bought with hairpins were burnt by the fire.

Seeing Mrs. Song running out, Song Jiyuan didn't want to just watch, so he put Xuanxuan down and protected Mrs. Song in front of her.

"Hey, dear grandson, I know you are protecting me, but don't stand in front of me. You have forgotten that your mother bought these hens as her only silver hairpin." It was also them. They were relatively unlucky. There was a chicken plague here before they came here. When they settled here, they spent a silver hairpin to buy a few hens.No wonder Mrs. Song was anxious.

"Grandma, can you please pay attention to your other good grandson?" Song Jichen stiffened and looked down at the small dark ball next to his leg.

Just as Mrs. Song was running towards the kitchen, a faint and slightly hoarse voice came from the side.

Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment, her neat steps paused, and she quickly turned back to look at the lightning strike incident just now.

But at this glance, her old habit of heartache was coming back again.The two brothers and sisters leaning together... their heads were struck by lightning like broomsticks, and they were combing towards the sky. They were all black, except for the whites of their eyes and small white teeth, their faces were also dark, and they couldn't be seen. Indicate whether to cry or laugh.

"Grandma ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." The little girl leaning next to Song Jichen couldn't hold it in any longer, and opened her dark little arms towards Mrs. Song to give her a hug.

For the little dragon Zaizai, calling wind and rain is a traditional skill, but calling thunder... her first time doing it... was a bit unfamiliar...

"Grandma, wuwu... I really want to smell the smell of meat. Could it be that somewhere on my body has been burned?" After being picked up by Mrs. Song, the little girl's little claws couldn't bear it. She kept touching her body, first touching her little dragon horns, and then touching other places.

"Brother, grandma is ignoring me, can you look at me?" Song Jichen turned his head numbly and looked at Song Jiyuan aside.

Song Jiyuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the pile of shackles on the ground, then reached out and touched his head: "Congratulations."

Song Jichen: "???"

At the Baihe Village Fair, the basket on Song Weiguo's back was full, and Jiang Wan held a few pieces of ripped fabric in her hand, preparing to use it to make clothes for her family.

Wang Guihua looked at Song Weiguo helping to carry things the whole time, while Jiang Wan only held a few pieces of cloth in her hands, feeling unspeakable envy in her heart.It would be nice if her man came back. "Hey, Mom and Dad Ayuan, I finally found you. You should go back quickly... Your house... seems to have been struck by lightning and is on fire..."

Song Weiguo & Jiang Wan: "..." Someone in the village ran to report the news to the couple.

There was no way the couple could continue going to the market, so they had no choice but to rush back home as quickly as possible.

When Song Weiguo rushed back with Jiang Wan, the couple didn't even have time to put down the baskets. They closed the door first and looked at the old man, the fourth child, and the young man in the room.

Mrs. Song had just washed Xingxing and Xuanxuan, and the two little ones were shivering in bed.

Each has its own concerns.

When the two little ones were shivering, Mrs. Song briefly explained what had just happened.Including Song Jichen's shackles being broken by thunder, and those golden hens being roasted into roast chicken by thunder and fire, and they were almost eaten by Xuan Xuan.

This happened one after another, making Song Weiguo quite dumbfounded.

"You two, stop shaking and stand up against the wall." He said to the two little ones in the bed with his hands behind his back.

Xuanxuan pouted, and reluctantly pulled Xingxing out of the quilt. The two little ones, wearing gray clothes, stood by the wall with anxious faces.

Xingxing's round eyes looked at Song Weiguo and Jiang Wan intelligently. The expression on his little face was as pitiable as possible. His little claws were holding the hem of his clothes nervously, and he was mumbling something unknown.

"Wake up, come to daddy." Song Weiguo waved to the little girl.

When Xingxing saw that Song Weiguo's face was not serious, he stepped forward with his short legs and threw himself into Song Weiguo's arms.

Before Song Weiguo could speak, she had already started greeting him.She plucked the short hair on her head and began to cry pitifully: "Dad, look at my hair, it's all burnt."

"Why is it so short?" Jiang Wan stepped forward and carefully pulled the little girl's hair. The little girl leaned in Song Weiguo's arms aggrievedly.

"What if today's thunder general kills you too?" Song Weiguo held down the little girl's moving little head and asked her to stand upright in front of him. Because Xingxing was standing on the kang, one big and one small eye level.

"I won't get hurt. I'll definitely do it well next time." Xingxing grinned with a pair of millet teeth.Trying to act coquettishly towards a family.

"She's going to be hungry." Just when Song Weiguo and Jiang Wan were about to say something else, Song Jiyuan suddenly said something else.

The whole family looked at Song Jiyuan's face.

"Our eldest brother seems to have talked a lot these past two days." Jiang Wan stretched out her hand and pinched her cold eldest son's face.

"Gululu." But the next second, a hungry cry echoed strongly in the room.

The family's attention shifted from Song Jiyuan to the little girl.

Mrs. Song trembled all over. The growling sound of her stomach reminded her of the fear of being dominated by two small rice pails in the morning and unable to extricate herself.

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