Traveling Through the Stars

Orange Spoon's first hand was dark, and his first hand greeted the little fat man's face, grabbed the flesh on his cheek, and pulled hard.

The other hand was still holding the bird's leg, the orange spoon: Oh my!

The red porcelain spoon stared blankly at the orange spoon pinching someone's cheek, holding a big bag in his hand without moving, the whole spoon was dumbfounded, in the small head of the red porcelain spoon, there was no trick of pinching someone's cheek.

Little Fatty cried aloud, but did not let go of the hand holding the bird's wings. This is delicious millet bird meat. Little Fatty remembered that his mother told him that he would not let go no matter what.

"My, my...you robbed me, I'll tell my mom!" Little Fatty cried and yelled.

The child yelled very loudly, and could be heard from far away. People who were active nearby heard the cry of the child and looked in this direction to tell whether the crying child knew him or not.

If it is a child you know, naturally you can't ignore it.

The orange spoon is not afraid, it can stick its fingers and settle accounts, who is it afraid of? It knows one, two, three, four, five, and can write. Pulling Mi Niao's legs vigorously, the little fat pier pulled by the orange spoon jumped forward, the little fat puff cried heart-piercingly, half lying on the ground and did not let go.

Orange Spoon: Oh my!

The little fat pier just kept crying, ignoring the fierceness of the orange spoon.

Meng Gan raised her head: "Aunt Jiang's family, she bullied the child with a weapon, and she made people cry. Listen, it's loud."

"I'm busy with you, so worry about it." Qimei glanced in which direction, with a calm expression: "My crops are almost ruined by the millet bird, and you still have the time to let others rob the millet bird."

Meng Gan stuck out her tongue, rolled up her sleeves, rounded her arms and threw a sharp stone. Meng Gan has great strength, but her aim is not good, and she can only shoot down a millet bird by throwing several pieces.

Meng Gan jumped happily, wading through the rice to pick up the millet bird. Not far away, a strong middle-aged woman also moved quickly towards the millet bird.

Two minutes later, Meng Gan fought with someone. For a millet bird, Meng Gan said she shot it down, and the strong middle-aged woman said she shot it down. The two fought back and forth, and each refused to give in, so they started fighting.

On the other side, the little chubby was crying, but he didn't let go, his eyeballs were still looking around, looking for someone to support him, and he kept yelling: "The millet bird is mine, mine...you hate it , let go, don’t grab mine, woooo...I want to tell my mother... that you snatched my bird."

Orange Spoon let go, and slapped the little chubby cheek several times: Oh my, you hate me, I'll tell my adults when I get home, beat you up! beat you!

The orange spoon was really beaten, and the little slap greeted the little fat pier.

Little Pangdun was beaten in a daze, his mouth was full of tears, and he forgot to cry all of a sudden. The orange spoon yanked the millet bird vigorously, and dragged the little chubby pier for less than half a meter, and the tall rice was flattened to the ground.

Followed by the red porcelain spoon, completely stupid? !

That's it, the little fat pier still doesn't let go.

When he regained his senses, Xiao Pangdun wanted to fight back, but he waved his fleshy hand, and the orange spoon hit him back, not once, but several times, not hitting anything, just hitting that dishonest hand.

In the same position, crackling slaps.

A woman who likes to watch the excitement pulled her companion over and raised her head: "Oh my mother...!"

The woman was startled, ignored her companions, and ran away nimbly.