Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 679 Dancing Princess vs Admiral Dongchang 44

Quan Jiu knew what he really wanted to ask, and pursed his thin lips:

"dislike."

This is not a lie.

Most children like to cry and be fussy. When their tempers rise, they are overbearing and unreasonable. She really doesn't like the noisy ones, which hurt their ears.

Except for her little grapefruit.

Shen Lang's eyes flashed, he didn't say anything, he just held her hand tightly.

Quan drank and took a nap. Half awake and half asleep, he suddenly heard a loud and harsh cry.

When she opened her eyes, she saw three adults standing not far away, with angry faces. One of them was holding a little boy of about eight years old, and the cry came from the little boy's mouth.

The little boy had purple eyes and bruises on his chin, as if he had been in a fight.

"You are really a wild child who has a mother but not a mother. He didn't learn well at a young age. When he grows up, he is also a rapist and plundering scum..."

The middle-aged woman holding the little boy was wearing coarse clothes, her face was sallow, her face was wrinkled, and her voice was so loud that it could be heard from a radius of ten meters.

Pedestrians who heard the curse gathered together.

Another man wore a kerchief around his head and smelled of pork:

"Where are your parents? You must apologize to my son for today's incident!"

Because there were too many people surrounding him, Quan Jiu couldn't see clearly what was going on in the circle and could only guess that someone was quarreling.

As the sun set in the west, she looked around, but did not find Nai Tuanzi and Shen Lang.

"I did nothing wrong, why should I apologize?"

In the crowd, Nai Tuanzi stood up straight and remained indifferent when someone yelled at him, but when he heard the words "mother is born, mother is not raised", his expression suddenly changed.

"You hit someone and you still don't admit your fault?!"

The middle-aged woman looked at her son with a distressed expression.

"My strong family was beaten like this by you, and you still look unrepentant. We poor people deserve to be bullied by you..."

As she said this, she started playing tricks and cried loudly.

"My son, who I finally gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy, has never been wronged since he was born. Why did he meet such an unreasonable villain like you... My poor son..."

The husband on the side also started to help:

"Is it justified to beat someone? You are unscathed. My son has a bruised nose and a swollen face. Come, let's judge who is right and who is wrong in this matter..."

While he was talking, he also moved his hands and pushed Naituanzi's shoulders.

The butcher was already extremely strong, and no matter how resourceful Naituanzi was, he was only five years old at the moment. He pushed him like this and sat down on the ground.

After pushing someone, the butcher didn't feel guilty about bullying a child and stared at him condescendingly.

"Go and ask around on the street. I, Butcher Liu, am not someone to be trifled with. If you don't pay for today's medical expenses, I will send you to the government right now."

The gravel road was uneven, and Naituanzi's buttocks just happened to sit on two pebbles, and it hurt whenever he moved his buttocks.

The people around him stared at him curiously, but no one reached out to pull him up. He pursed his thin lips and his face darkened.

"He was the first to snatch my kite, and he was also the first to hit someone."

"Don't accuse a good person unjustly. My Da Zhuang never hits anyone. Besides, what's the point of robbing a broken kite? There's no shortage of kites in my family. Why would he want to robbing you?"

The middle-aged woman hugged her son and yelled.

Butcher: "At a young age, in order to shirk responsibility, I lied endlessly."

Passers-by who didn't know the truth were hesitant and didn't know where to help.

Naituanzi was too lazy to pay attention to the family of three and picked up the kite on the ground. The drawing paper on the kite was torn, revealing the ruined skeleton inside.

He looked at the picture of "a family of three" he had drawn. The two stick figures were cut off at the waist, and Naituanzi's dark eyes were slightly dark. He carefully touched the kite on the ground and wanted to pick it up, but at this moment, a foot with mud on the sole

Stepped on the kite.

"Tear-"

The paper kite couldn't withstand the tossing. When both ends were used hard, the kite split directly in the middle. The stick figure that was originally cut at the waist was even worse now, with its head and body split in half.

Naituanzi held the "head" of the stick figure in his hand, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, and he was extremely angry.

"What's so valuable about this ugly old kite? I don't even want it if you give it to me, bah!"

The butcher spit in a pool of saliva, and the saliva fell on the kite paper and wet the dragon's scales.

Quan Jiu passed through the crowd and saw this scene. Naituanzi was sitting on the ground with his eyes lowered, his expression as cold as she had ever seen.

Her heart sank slightly, and she strode forward, squatted down, and held his hand, only to find that his hand was shaking, his fingers tightened, and he was holding something tightly in his palm.

The sting of a needle flashed through her heart, she hugged him into her arms and patted his back with one hand, trying to calm his emotions.

Naituanzi's chest rose and fell, and the black mist in his eyes slowly faded after Quan Liquor arrived. He took a deep breath, and his dark eyes returned to clarity. His eyes were gradually stained with grievances, and he pursed his pink lips tightly:

"He pushed me."

"They say I am a wild child who has a mother but not a mother."

"And he broke my stick figure."

"He also threatened me and wanted to send me to the government..."

Naituanzi grabbed Quan Jiu's clothes and became more and more aggrieved as he spoke.

Quan Jiu was furious in her heart, but her face became calmer. She patted Nai Tuanzi on the back:

"Look, mother will teach you how to deal with people today."

She stood up holding the milk dumplings in hand and looked coldly at the butcher family who was bullying the younger ones:

"Which hand pushed him?"

The butcher looked at the "man" who suddenly appeared and caught a glimpse of Quan Jiu's slender figure. A flash of disdain flashed in his eyes:

"Are you his father?"

"I asked you which hand."

Quan Jiu's phoenix eyes stared at him coldly, his tone without warmth.

The butcher's back was chilled by her sight. After making sure that there were no helpers from her around, his confidence returned:

"I haven't settled the blame for your son pushing my son away, but you should first... ah!!!"

The words of accusation gradually turned into shrill screams.

Quan Jiu showed no expression and directly broke his arm:

"Since you don't say anything, then don't ask for both hands."

"Ah!!! Ah!!!"

There was another crisp bone sound, and the man's right hand, like his left hand, fell down as weakly. He was sweating in pain and rolling around on the ground.

"Ms. sir!!"

The middle-aged woman knelt on the ground and tried to help him up, but she was too weak to help him up.

She could only vent her anger on Quan Jiu, looking at each other with angry eyes and ferocious facial features:

"Sure enough, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Your son likes to fight so much. He must have learned it from you. Just wait, I will report it to the official now..."

Quan Jiu completely ignored the crying woman and raised his hand to touch Naituanzi's furry head:

"How else did he bully you?"

Naituanzi looked at the rolling man with a calm face: "He stepped on my kite with his feet."

"It seems I can't keep these legs either."

Quan Jiu stared at the man on the ground indifferently.

(End of chapter)