Zhu Xingzhi was convinced that the orange spoon was really good at making things. A spoon held a small book every day to settle accounts, write and draw, just like a villain.

The three of them talked without further delay, and ran to the place where Orange Spoon was fighting in one breath.

Other places in Zhitian were clearly in disarray, but there were quite a few people gathered here, including Wei Wei, Wu Cheng, Zhan Di, and brothers He Weiting and He Weiqing, all of whom came nearby.

Orange Spoon fights, every time it alarms many people.

There is no other reason, Orange Spoon learned from others, it can be noisy when it should be, anyway, whoever suffers can't let himself suffer.

At this time, Orange Spoon was already crying, and the whole spoon was so wronged that the rose red shirt was wet. Feng Zifei's mother and son were even more miserable, with bird feathers on their heads and bird feathers on their bodies, with no image at all.

Those who didn't know thought that the mother and son had a fight with the millet bird! The bird feathers all over the body made the chirping millet bird completely confused.

The millet birds pecking at the ears of wheat rushed to each other, chirping: the hairy one is not a bird, what is that? ? ?

The scolding millet hovered, chattering: Damn, I haven't seen it before, what is that? ? ? ! !

The slobbering millet bird spat and chirped: Bah, it doesn't look like a good bird.

The fighting crowd took a breath. Seeing Orange Spoon crying aggrieved, they stopped stopping and turned to deal with the provocative Mi Niao. While everyone was busy fighting, these birds secretly rubbed and spit, it's so damn hateful.

Feng Zifei could hardly pretend anymore, her beautiful face was tense, even so, she didn't dare to move.

In the beginning, she let Orange Spoon mess around and held back, it was for Lin Yanchong and everyone to see, to let people see Orange Spoon's unreasonable troubles, and to show how their mother and son were pissed off.

The back is almost filled, and the Zhan Shaozi is here, and there is Wu Shaozi.

When the three spoons were gathered together, Feng Zifei didn't dare to move.

Wu Shaozi and Feng Zifei didn't understand, but she had seen how powerful Zhan Shaozi was. Last time she saw that, as long as it was related to the array, the hearts of the Thunder Flame fighters were biased.

If Zhan Shaozi makes a move, she has nowhere to reason. Feng Zifei doesn't want to make too many enemies, that's not what she wants.

Standing behind Zhan Shaozi was Zhan Di, as well as the entire Zhan family, Feng Zifei was a little afraid.

Therefore, Feng Zifei is ready to suffer a lot.

Wu Shaozi was still recuperating, so he didn't show much hostility towards Feng Zifei's mother and son. Zhan Shaozi was different. Seeing that Orange Spoon was crying again at the disgusting mother and son, he was furious and ready to strike.

"Wait, don't be in a hurry, ask clearly before doing anything." Zhan Di hurriedly stopped him.

The orange spoon obviously didn't suffer, anyone with a discerning eye could see it, but the orange spoon was too good at pretending to be pitiful, it was clearly a spoon, and I didn't know where to learn how to make a pie, crying after beating someone.

The others are fine, but Zhan Shaozi only eats this, and Zhan Di is terrible.

Wu Cheng laughed, grabbed the dustpan with one hand, and picked up the hairless millet birds thrown everywhere on the ground with the other, and threw them into a pile one by one.

Wu Shaozi lay obediently in the small dustpan. Shaozi was dull and didn't like to move. If it wasn't for Zhan Shaozi's jealousy when he went out of the safe zone, Wu Shaozi wouldn't make a fuss. Children like to join in the fun.

It doesn't matter if you don't pick it up, but when you pick it up, Wu Cheng is shocked, good guy, the orange spoon actually plucked hundreds of millet birds in the middle of the fight.

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