Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 550
Sure enough, I can't be too soft-hearted.

Fu Bao remembered that in the tiger bone wine given to Mr. Huo before, he added a drop of Lingquan at the end, so Mr. Huo could wake up early at this time.

The third master was about to give Mr. Huo an injection, but Mo Junying stopped him.

He looked at Mr. Huo with piercing eyes, without saying a word.

Mr. Huo glared at him: "Don't look at me, it's enough to have a lucky star named Xu Yaomei in this world."

Satisfied, Mo Junying moved her body away.

Mr. Huo scolded angrily: "You brat, you're not cute at all."

Mo Junying pursed her lips.

What is cute?
This thing left him 800 years ago.

With the experience of treating Liu Cao last time, the third master quickly forced the poison to the fingertips of Mr. Huo.

The third master took out a knife and was about to slash at Mr. Huo's finger when Zhu Zhuang stopped him and said, "Wait."

The third master looked at him.

He looked at Mr. Huo: "Mr., where is your Swiss Army knife? It's fast, and it doesn't hurt when you draw it."

Mr. Huo gave him a hard look.

Zhu Zhuang touched his head, not knowing why Mr. Huo stared at him.

The third master took Mr. Huo's Swiss Army knife, and when he opened the knife, there was a bright and cold light, which almost hurt people.

"Yo, this knife is really good, I think it can blow hair off."

The third master swiped the knife on Mr. Huo's finger, and a stream of black blood with a strong fragrance flowed out.

"It smells really good." The third master said in surprise, "It doesn't smell like the venom of a poisonous snake at all."

"It smells good. This poisonous blood is the original ingredient for three-day drunkenness. If you smell it for half a month, you can die in a drunken dream."

The third master was so frightened that he quickly pushed the basin containing the poisonous blood aside.

After Mr. Huo's blood turned red, the third master put a piece of gauze on Mr. Huo's finger and squeezed it hard.

Mo Junying took away the Swiss Army Knife just now: "This knife is not bad, it's for Fu Bao to cut vegetables."

Mr. Huo: ...

Third Master: ...

Zhu Zhuang quickly nestled his head into his armpit.Now he understands why Mr. Huo stared at him just now.

As soon as he did this, a Swiss army knife was gone.

If you want to replace him, you have to stare at people.

Fu Bao said stupidly, "I don't know how to chop vegetables."

Mo Junying smiled, and reached out to stroke her soft hair: "Then play with it."

"Okay."

Fu Bao put away the Swiss Army Knife.

Mr. Huo said anxiously: "Wait."

Fu Bao blinked his big eyes and looked at Mr. Huo motionlessly.

That innocent and lovely appearance made Mr. Huo unable to say anything, and exchanged other conditions with her.

Mr. Huo was in pain and said: "Let... let me take another look... Oops, I can't, my heart hurts so much."

Fu Bao glanced at Mr. Huo, and said crisply: "Grandpa Huo, you are lying, your heart is fine and won't hurt."

Mr. Huo: ...

Is he in that kind of pain?He is really heartbroken!
Whoops, it hurts again.

This Swiss Army Knife was a trophy he got when he fought against the American devils. At that time, he was the division commander. After that battle, several divisions reunited. The division commanders of other divisions knew that he had obtained such a good thing and fought with him several times.

In the end, he narrowly won with one move and obtained the permanent right to hold the Swiss Army Knife.

This Swiss Army Knife is as close as his own son, no, no, even closer than his own son!

Ouch, his saber.

Oh, his own son.

Mr. Huo was lying on the bed, looking at the roof, looking hopeless.

Fu Bao looked at the Swiss Army Knife in his hand, and then at Mr. Huo, as if he understood something.

In fact, this kind of knife is indeed a good knife for ordinary people.

But for Fubao, it was nothing at all.

Is there anything good in heaven?How could Fubao value such a thing?

But this knife was snatched by Mo Junying for Fu Bao... Oh, you can't say that about Brother Ying, it should be said that Brother Ying helped her win it.

That's why she cherishes it.

Because this is Brother Ying's intention, the value of this intention has long surpassed the value of the Swiss Army Knife itself.

After thinking about it, she took out a pistol from her pocket.In fact, it was taken out of space.

The space was originally divided into three parts, one part is like a warehouse where a lot of rice, noodles and meat are placed, and a large part of it has been used by Fubao.

The other part is the black land, which is her garden in the heaven, where a lot of melons, fruits and medicinal materials are planted.

The other part is her natal artifact, the Heaven-swallowing artifact.

I don't know if it's because her spells have increased as she gets older, or because of other reasons, a bunch of messy things spit out from the Tuntian artifact.

If Fu Bao was someone who traveled over decades later, he would definitely know what these messy things are.

What kind of mess is this? It is clearly a cutting-edge weapon that soldiers dream of.

Take out any one casually, and it will shock the whole world.

But Fu Bao didn't know, wow, she put the gun directly next to Mr. Huo's face.

"Change with you!"

"Don't talk to me, let me feel bad for a while."

Mr. Huo didn't even look at it, he covered his heart and frowned in pain.

He didn't see that Zhu Zhuang beside him was so excited that his eyeballs were almost protruding. He was shaking like he had Parkinson's.

Mo Junying was also stunned. He touched the gun in his trouser pocket.

Suddenly laughed.

His family's Fubao is really a treasure, even such advanced things can be produced.

Fortunately, he also stole a gun and was proud of it for a long time.

Fu Bao looked at Mr. Huo again, and frowned.

Is Mr. Huo's Swiss Army Knife very valuable?So the value of this gun is not comparable?

If there is a book in the space, Fu Bao knows it is a gun, but no matter how smart Fu Bao is, he is still a reincarnation of a god in the sky, and he doesn't understand such things as guns.

For the gods, flicking a bead out at random, the speed is hundreds of times faster than the bullet.

You don't need beads to kill a person, just a talisman can kill.

So Fubao didn't understand the meaning of firearms at all.

She thought for a while, and silently took out a gun again.

This gun was smaller than the one just now, and it was so bright that it dazzled the eyes. Its small and exquisite appearance was not like a pistol, but more like a work of art.

A cutting-edge small women's pistol that was developed in the 21s.It is a birthday present from Shui Baozhao in the book to Fu Bao.

This time Zhu Zhuang couldn't help but tremble with excitement, he almost wanted to kneel down and call Fu Bao his father.

He really wanted to ask Fubao if he lacked a son, he could.

"Can I give you another one?"

Fu Bao pushed the gun to the other side of Mr. Huo's face.

Mr. Huo turned his head angrily: "No."

"Grandpa, don't...give it to me, okay?" Zhu Zhuang's voice trembled with anticipation.

"You can take it if you want..."

Mr. Huo was talking casually, but suddenly stared at the pistol in front of him, motionless.

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