The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 23 The Weird Shuttle with Feather Duster

  The night was filled, and fear began to spread around.

  The thick white mist in the daytime is even more raging at night.

  There is a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, and he can't see his fingers.

  There is no light in the darkness, which makes people more and more scared. The Chief Yar deeply understands this truth.

  Every time there is a shortage of distribution, the most casualties along the way are the foggy forests.

"Everyone is surrounded, back to back. If someone goes to the toilet, three of them are walking together. They must not be separated." The chief officer asked everyone to light the fire, and each gave out two dry cakes, and everyone was on the fire. The two sides of the dry cake were browned, and then they were eaten.

  The atmosphere of Jiang’s family was dull, and Mr. Jiang held the cake for a long time and didn’t say anything.

  Jiang Yuqing coughed a few times. He was born frail. In recent years, his mother has given him several aunts, but he has not left a son and a half.

  Only the sons of the Yuan family are pregnant with two births.

  Now, I am afraid that my brother can bring Genji and the child back.

  The Liu family used to be in a high position, and there were servants coaxing him if he didn't go well, but now the sellers are sold, the exiles are exiled, and no one is waiting for them.

  The old lady's bad temper was suddenly revealed.

   "Lulu really wants to eat meat..." Xiao Huailu cupped his face, and the whole face was squeezed into a ball, so chubby and cute.

  Xia’s heart loves the child, and Dang even hugs her and said: "Wait until Huang Duniang makes it for you, I will make you pigeon, I will make you eight treasure chicken, sweet and sour short ribs..."

  This child has suffered a lot since he was born, and I don’t know if it’s been held in the womb for too long. After birth, his mind always seems to be a little awkward.

   Knowing that Jiang Huaiying often teases her, but he likes to play with her.

   Knowing that the old lady is not happy to her, she is still very heartfelt to go to please her every day.

  Who knew that after this ghost head went under the sword, his brain became brighter day by day.

   is the clear and sluggish eyes that have become agile, and the aura in the eyes almost overflows.

  This is probably her only comfort.

"Eat, eat, are you a hungry ghost and reincarnated? You know how to eat in one day! Your father and your second aunt are still alive and dead, but they know how to eat all day long! Is the Jiang family eating less or shorter? There is meat in this place. Give you food, it's really a daydream!" Liu is angry and has nowhere to send it. At the moment, the sky is getting darker and darker, and she even faintly regrets it.

   Regret that Jiang Yubai should not venture to find someone.

  But the thought is fleeting.

  I remembered that if the second child had no wives and children, the lonely family and widows were alone, but could not help but gain the upper hand.

  At this moment, many prisoners are sitting together, Xia's face is pale and afraid to refute her mother-in-law. However, many people in the exile were straight-tempered, and immediately said: "This old lady is so unreasonable. You, an old pious woman whose feet and a half have fallen into the soil, know how to eat more dry bread for your daughter-in-law. What's wrong with a three-year-old kid who is greedy? What a shame."

  At this moment, there is a lot of fog, and I don't know who is speaking out of righteousness.

  On the contrary, everyone laughed in disdain.

   Liu's face flushed.

  Jiang Huailu pouted, and saw his mother press her lips tightly, holding back tears in her eyes, and frowned immediately.

  In the mist, she seemed to hear a crisp sound of bells.

Before Jiang Huailu could comfort her mother, he raised his eyes and looked at the sound source.

  I saw a line of shadows faintly appearing in the white room.

   looks like, one black and one white. Holding a feather duster in one hand and an iron chain in the other, a baby was hooked behind the iron chain.

   "Hey, why is that uncle holding a feather duster? The hat on his head is so pointed..."

  (End of this chapter)