The Kung Fu Baby is Four Years Half and has 17 Pampering Brothers

  Standing outside the gate of the courtyard was a little boy, less than one meter tall, who looked about three years old, with a round face and big eyes, carved with jade, and wearing a black robe. The robes were ill-fitting, baggy, and looked like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

  The boy has short black hair, but the hair looks like it has been chewed by a dog. When looking at it with black eyes, it looks a little unfathomable.

  Two children look at each other.

   Such a pair of eyes will find the problem.

  Dumplings are taller than boys.

  The little boy immediately lowered his face, but Tuanzi happily stepped forward and hugged him, "Oh, where did the little brother come from, so cute!"

   With a little force, she picked up the little boy and walked towards the house.

   "You are so cute, stay and be Miao Miao's younger brother."

  The boy being hugged snorted coldly, and spoke fiercely, "I am your senior brother, do you dare to offend me?"

  Danzi: "Pfft."

  The little boy frowned: "What are you laughing at? This seat is really your senior brother, eighth senior brother!"

  Tuanzi didn't quite believe it, "But you're younger than Miao Miao, are you three years old? You weren't even born when Miao Miao started?"

  She hugged the little boy, and put her face close to stick it.

  The cheeks of the two were squeezed together, and the soft flesh was moving.

  The little boy didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed, and his face quickly turned red.

   "You, you dare to offend the next?"

   While talking, Tuanzi entered the room, she put the little boy down, and took advantage of her height to rub the boy's head vigorously.

   "Oh, how did you talk to my sister? Come on, call me sister, or senior sister. Call senior sister and I'll give you sweets."

  The little boy snorted heavily, folded his arms and turned his head, "Heh, are you a three-year-old child? Who cares about your candies?"

Seeing that Tuanzi had been staring at him with a smile on his face, and his hands were about to move, he took a step back subconsciously, and deliberately lowered his voice, "I can't explain it to you. You are a child and you don't understand anything. Where is the senior brother? Let him come out and see you." This seat."

  Duan Xiayou had already heard the sound, so he lay down on the railing on the third floor and looked down.

  Hearing a little boy muttering "this seat", he curled his lips and stayed on the third floor to watch the show.

   After a while, there was an extra person beside him, "Hey, senior brother, can you understand his kung fu routine?"

  Duan Xiayou curled his lips again, "I haven't traveled the rivers and lakes as long as you, how could I know?"

  He also has some attainments in Ting Tao's swordsmanship, and the rest is really not as good as many juniors and sisters. But, their sect doesn't pay attention to the respect of the strong, he is the first to enter, and that is the senior brother for life.

   Just thinking about his own lazy temperament, Duan Xiayou can't tell whether it is good or bad to start first.

   Ji Zhang's tongue was shining brightly, and he praised him, but his eyes were always fixed on the little boy on the first floor.

  Duan Xiayou didn't take this flattery to heart at all. Second Junior Brother, when he praises others, he does it sincerely a few times, but most of the time he either wants to deceive others or asks for others. He will not be fooled.

  Hearing the child's left line "this seat" and the right line "you commit crimes", and from time to time, "it's your honor to call this seat brother", Ji Zhangzhuo's smile deepened.

   "Look, doesn't this look like a toothless tiger jumping up and down?"

  Duan Xiayou: "...Is that junior sister a little tiger with teeth?"

  Ji Zhangzhuo smiled, "I really wanted to tease him, but it's a pity that my junior sister took the lead."

  First floor.

  Tuanzi has already sensed the breath on the third floor, but the little boy in front of her seems unaware. She asked concerned, "Are you injured?"

  The little boy walked up and down the hall with his hands behind his back, as if he was patrolling his territory.

   "A small problem can be solved quickly."

   Tuanzi understood, "You are injured, Miao Miao contacted Senior Brother Seven and asked him to go home immediately after the live broadcast."

  The little boy turned around and stared at her with black eyes, "Who is Brother Seven? What skills do you have? How does it compare with this seat?"

  Tuanzi endured and endured, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He strode forward, stretched out his fleshy claws, pinched the boy's cheeks, and pulled to the sides.

   "You are polite when you call senior brother! You shouted 'senior brother', and the tone seemed to be saying, 'Oh, ants'."

  Duanzi imitated the boy's airy expression.

  Her face is chubby, and this action is also very cute.

  Thinking that he is still chubby now, if he does this action, the effect may be similar to that of his junior sister, the little boy put on a straight face.

   "This seat is the famous leader of the Devil's Cult. Seventh Senior Brother is no match for this seat. Is it normal for this seat to look down on him?"

  Tuanzi is still quite interested in the 'Demon Cult', but before that, she wants to teach the newcomers a lesson.

  The little meaty claws pressed the little boy's forehead, and she pushed hard, and the little boy backed up on the sofa.

   "Aww!"

  Like a little tiger, Tuanzi pounced forward, holding the little boy's shoulder with one hand, and plucking his hair with the other.

   "You can't even beat Miao Miao, why don't you look down on Seventh Senior Brother?"

  The little boy struggled desperately, but when he used his internal energy, his whole body tingled, so he had no choice but to give up, lying on the sofa with nothing to love.

   "When this seat recovers, even if you are a junior sister, this seat will not spare you!"

  Tuanzi squeezed him with both hands, "Miaomiao won't spare you now!"

  Ning Jixiu, who had no love in life, looked up at the ceiling, and inadvertently, met the eyes of several people on the third floor.

   One pair of eyes, two pairs of eyes, three pairs of eyes... four pairs of eyes!

   Four people were watching his jokes, and no one stopped him!

  Ning Jixiu was angry, "Are you all senior brothers of this seat? Oh, this seat does not have fellows like you. When this seat recovers... umm."

   Tuanzi started to touch his soft cheeks again, rubbing and pulling for a while.

"you!"

  Tuanzi smiled brightly and kindly, "Whenever you don't call yourself the seat, Miao Miao will let you go."

  Ning Jixiu was silent for a while, then whispered, "I'm hungry, I want to eat."

   Tuanzi continued to smile, "Call me Senior Sister."

  Ning Jixiu immediately turned her head, "I am only doing this because of my kung fu. I am the eighth senior brother. It is absolutely impossible for me to call you senior sister! But you have never called me senior brother!"

   Tuanzi backed away slowly, stood on the floor with his hands in his hands, his face full of innocence, "But, Miao Miao has never seen a brother who is shorter than Miao Miao, so I can't scream!"

  Ning Jixiu was out of breath.

  He rolled over and sat up.

   "Master said you are cute and considerate, but I didn't see it at all!"

  Tuanzi looked shocked, "Master actually said good things about Miao Miao, doesn't he like to say that Miao Miao has too many weird ideas?"

  Ning Jixiu was silent, with thick eyelashes hanging down, and her fair little face tended to turn dark.

   Was he deceived by Master and should not have come to this world?

  A few seniors watched a good show. According to legend, the considerate and lovely junior sister is glutinous rice **** stuffed with sesame seeds. However, he was backlashed by the exercises, and the day of recovery is far away, and he can only walk in the world with the posture of a three-year-old child. This is God's death!

  He made a 'pop' and lay back on the sofa.