"Little White Dragon, you must remember not to go to the mouse hole by yourself, as they will scratch you to death." Zhu Bajie said with a secret face to scare Xiao Bailong.

"Hmph, scare the weasel, treat this weasel as other mentally retarded weasels who have not practiced. I know that the sky is round and I only love the little white dragon who only loves five female weasels in my life. It's funny, it's a bad species!" The little white dragon pinched his waist and said fiercely.

"Tsk, don't be stubborn. If you suffer a loss, you will know the seriousness of the matter. If you think I am a bad person, then you won't listen. Anyway, I don't care. You are the one who goes down the mouse hole, and you are not me." Zhu Bajie said to Xiaobailong indifferently.

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The crowd began to clamor again, buzzing and noisy.

"Oh my God, listen to your father and your fifth grandfather, hurry up and go home. Everyone is discussing major matters that are at stake, so they dare not make a fuss!"

Zhao Qingtian, who was running over, grabbed Zhao Qingtian's arm and persuaded him in a nice voice.

Zhao Qingtian shook his mother's hand away again, then frowned, and said seriously: "Mom, I'm not making a fuss. I came here for the big event in our village. I shot the big eagle of the Bai family to death for the first three times. You don't let me resist it. No matter what, I have to resist it. I am the hero Zhao Qingtian."

Zhao Qingtian said, regardless of how his mother pulled him again, and he walked up to the crowd two steps quickly, cleared his throat, and preached seriously:

"Don't think that Zhao Qingtian is a little younger and looks at me with a blank look. Everyone knows that Zhao Qingtian's extraordinary intelligence and skills are my hero..."

Before Zhao Qingtian could finish his words, the three middle-aged men followed Uncle Wu's orders and grabbed Zhao Qingtian and prepared to drive towards his house.

Zhao Qingtian was grabbed by three middle-aged men, and it began to rush and rush on the shoulders and heads of the three middle-aged men, like fish on the shore, and it was thrust and thrust.

However, despite how Zhao Qingtian was tumbling and moving, he was tightly squeezed on his shoulders by the three middle-aged men.

"Let me go to my hero Zhao Qingtian, you three villains behind the scenes, have the ability to let go of me, Zhao Qingtian, and we will compete head-on. Can I see if I, Zhao Qingtian, can you restrain me?"

Zhao Qingtian screamed with blue veins rising from his neck, and his face turned red.

"Oh my God, be honest. Your father and Uncle Wu are discussing big things with the villagers. You are a kid, and you only care about playing with your mud. Why are you still involved in such a thing?"

A middle-aged man carrying Zhao Qingtian's legs said with a smile.

"You can't say it, this kid is more courageous than his father!"

The middle-aged man carrying Zhao Qingtian to pull his body halfway through the left and said with a smile.

Zhao Daliu watched the three middle-aged men carrying Zhao Qingtian slowly left the big locust tree and walking into the dark night, and his sorrowful thoughts fell into peace. He hurriedly ordered Zhao Qingtian, who was stunned by him, and said:

"Fengying, you have to take our Tianer into prison. Every time the falcon is shot to death, everyone comes to discuss things under the big tree, so we will run here to get involved. If this is time, everyone will gossip. If we put a stupid seal on it, when we become old, which daughter of the family is willing to go with us. Go quickly and you must watch it carefully."

After Zhao Daliu finished speaking, he handed Zhao Qingtian’s mother Feng Ying a torch.

Then Feng Ying, who had listened to Zhao Daliu's instructions, nodded, quickly held the torch, and then quickly chased after the three middle-aged men who were carrying Zhao Qingtian for a long distance.

Afterwards, the meeting on who was going to take the lead continued.

The three middle-aged men carried Zhao Qingtian to the north of the Youming Village, and stopped in front of the courtyard of three wooden houses near a bamboo forest.

These three wooden houses are the most exquisitely built houses in the famous village. The windows are windows and the doors are doors.

It is much better than the crooked stone houses of the villagers who settled in the south of the village.

Zhao Qingtian, who was a few steps late, walked quickly to the wooden house courtyard with a smile on his face, then inserted the torch in his hand into a thick pillar standing on the ground, and quickly pushed open the fence door.

"Hey, his uncles enter the yard. It's really a problem for him. He has to make you go there for so long..."

Zhao Qingtian's mother followed the three middle-aged men and led the way, constantly saying polite words.

The three middle-aged men only shook their heads and laughed happily, and kept jumping out the five words "No sister-in-law" from their mouths.

Zhao Qingtian's mother creaked and pushed open the door of the main house.

Then he quickly pressed against the door and turned his body to the side to shout the three middle-aged men who shouted in a hoarse voice, exhausted, and weak Zhao Qingtian, then put it on the wooden bed in Xili's room.

"God uncles, let's leave after drinking the water!"

Zhao Qingtian's mother held a kettle in her hand and said politely to the three middle-aged men who had just put Zhao Qingtian down, and then pushed each other and walked out of the house.

"No, no, sister-in-law, aren't you still in a hurry to discuss that bad thing? We have to go back soon. Yehei has a wolf, so sister-in-law will quickly insert the door and rest!"

One of the middle-aged men responded politely, and then the three of them walked out of the house together.

"Okay, then his uncles should be slow. By the way, lift the torch beside the courtyard gate. Youliang can walk." Zhao Qingtian said, standing at the door of the house.

"Okay, sister-in-law, then you can go in. We just need to bring the door to you."

One of the middle-aged men responded and walked out of the yard with the other two, then brought the fence door, raised the torch, and the three of them quickly poked back to the future.

Zhao Qingtian, who was standing at the door of the house, saw the flames walking away, then let out a long breath, then turned around and entered the house, put the kettle in his hand aside, and then closed the door with a clatter.

Zhao Qingtian's mother tilted her head and glanced at her. She fell on the wooden bed and had a limp limb. Zhao Qingtian, who looked wooden, breathed comfortably and said with a slight joy:

"You kid, you are just doing these hard things. You stopped you at home and didn't let you go. You just didn't listen. You had to go around such a round of mountain roads to calm down. But really, why did I give birth to such a disobedient child? You're just messing around. Okay, just stay in the house honestly..."

Zhao Qingtian's mother muttered one by one, while using a small wooden stick to carry the wick that was jumping violently with a fierce halo, until the wick appeared again from the oil pot, causing the room to shine brightly again.

Zhao Qingtian stared at the head of the wooden bed with a dull look, and a wooden sword that he had cut with a kitchen knife. Then he sighed and said in a low voice:

"Can my hero Zhao Qingtian have to live alone in this small house that oppresses me, and there is no day to stand out?"

"My little white dragon is only loyal to my master Sun Wukong in this life. What's the other one is not human snake head, snake tail, rat, mouse shit, it has nothing to do with me little white dragon." Little white dragon pouted and said righteously.

"I don't care whether you are stubborn or not. I put in the oil pan and fry it and let you pretend to be great with me." Rat King Rat said calmly: "Come on rat, throw the weasel into the oil pan and fry it!"
Chapter completed!