Traveling Through the Stars

It is impossible for a sensible person to use such a small fan to fan the wind. Jiang Yixin distributed the small fan, and everyone stood still.

Bai Yan, Wei Wei: "...!" What the fuck don't know what to say.

The corners of Jiang Yixin's mouth were pulled down, the fan was already small, and it was even more impossible for him to toss around by himself. Without thinking too much, the children took small fans from Mrs. Zhu and Hua Ran, and fanned them vigorously around the colorful spoons one by one.

Mr. Zhu supported his forehead and worried about his grandson's IQ, which is too silly.

Luo Bi was happy, and suddenly saw Wu Cheng's spoon shaking his head, and passed the red porcelain spoon in his hand: "The red porcelain spoon, do you want it? It's good to be a daughter-in-law. You look so handsome."

What does this say? Mr. Zhu staggered and almost fell.

"You are not allowed to fool my spoon!" Wu Cheng was not happy, and stood between Luo Bi and Shaozi.

The spoon reacted more directly, dangling like a drunk, swaying to the top of the sofa in the living room under the eyes of everyone, "slapped" fell, fainted, and the spoon didn't know what happened.

"Wu Shaozi, what's wrong with you?" Wu Cheng rushed over, holding the spoon up to the point of tears, turning his head and complaining to Luo Bi: "Why are you fooling him? Look, it doesn't even respond."

Wu Cheng gave his Shaozi a surname, and Wu's name was Shaozi. He didn't tell anyone, but he called out when he was in a hurry.

Luo Bi was dumbfounded, and whispered: "I'll just play with it."

"It's just a child, don't you know?" Wu Cheng held the unresponsive Wu Shaozi, his eyes were red: "It's just enlightened and doesn't understand anything. I usually coax it."

Robbie fell silent. She had gotten into trouble and had nothing to say.

Don't look at the many small spoon arrays in her hand, but those with spiritual wisdom are different after all. If Wu Cheng's family's spoons are good or bad, this matter can be big or small, and it can't be justified if she made them.

The one that was given away was not hers, it was Wu Cheng's. The precious one was like raising a son, and she was completely suffocated by her words. This is a big joke.

This sudden situation made everyone present a little stunned. With just one sentence, the spoon is out of breath? ! This is too unreasonable. The children probably also felt that the atmosphere was not right, they exchanged eye contact with each other, and slowed down their movements to fan the wind.

Wen Xiao walked over and stretched out his hand: "Let me see."

Wu Cheng refused to give it to him, holding the spoon and said, "I'll hold it for you to see."

Wen Xiao choked, and withdrew his hand: "If you let me touch it, I won't touch it. Your spoon is a good hand at touching porcelain, and you won't let me say a word. If I take a look, if half a piece of porcelain falls off, you won't be corrupted." I."

Everyone's steps forward stopped, and they didn't dare to go forward, they were all worried about being touched. No one cares about Wu Cheng, but Wu Cheng has a powerful elder brother, and Wu Shao is not easy to mess with.

When Luo Bi said a word, the spoon was out of gas. They took a look, just like Wen Xiao said, the spoon happened to drop a piece of porcelain, and they couldn't explain it clearly later.

Half a meter away, Bai Yan said, "Try importing supernatural powers, maybe you don't have enough energy."

These words reminded Wu Cheng, holding the Wu ladle with his left hand, and taking out the Bi Fei sword with his right hand to introduce the ability. As a result, Wu Shaozi didn't react at all, and lay in Wu Cheng's palm, devoid of spirituality.

Wu Cheng's eyes were red again, and he looked anxiously at everyone.

Mr. Zhu took a step forward, glanced at it and was confused, but said: "Don't worry, the spoon is not broken, maybe it will be fine in a while."