The male god of fast wearing has his own acting buff

Chapter 147 Master Picked Up a Little Fox (End)

The white shirt gradually turned black with the release of the magic breath, the skin became darker, and two thick and long animal horns grew from the smooth forehead.

It has been heard that Suqing's mother, who is also the deceased wife of the old Mozun, was an ancient divine beast, and his appearance was just like his mother's.

Immediately afterwards, Qing Jue Chuchen's face also changed...

After Suqing's transformation was completed, she looked at Le Baishi again, and suddenly saw her stunned aside, motionless.

"How can you……"

Before the words finished, Suqing's eyes widened suddenly, and his daughter-in-law somehow shed two lines of tears.

... As expected, I was so ugly that even my daughter-in-law was scared to tears!
Shocked, Suqing hurried to her and wiped away the teardrops that were dripping down like broken threads.

"You, you won't be made ugly by me... Forget it, I'll change back..."

"do not."

Le Baishi opened her mouth suddenly, caressing that very familiar face in a daze.

Sure enough, the three generations are all you.

Is it a coincidence, or fate?

【Third Plane End~】

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The top of the distant mountain.

"Miss, the patriarch will be back soon. If you don't go back, the old man will punish you for copying the family instructions a thousand times!"

The little underworld official in a black burqa followed behind a little girl who looked like seven or eight years old, chasing and shouting.

"My lady is not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry!"

The little girl ignored the wailing of the little underworld official, and ran under the big pine tree on the edge of the cliff.

With a flip of his little hand, a red light flashed, and a brand new red tasseled gun was held in his hand.

The little girl danced the gun in a decent manner for a while, and then pointed the tip of the gun in the air quite imposingly.

"drink!"

A red aura flashed from the tip of the spear, several hair-thin lightning bolts flashed across, and a few fell from the air—the stunned crows.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she went forward to count with great joy, and she was so happy that she couldn't help saying, "Five of them were actually shot down, which is an improvement!"

She immediately called the little underworld official to set up a fire...

"I thought he was a little guy who practiced hard, but he turned out to be a little glutton catching crows. You really blinded your impressive talent and cultivation."

The little girl felt upset when she heard that, and turned her head with a frown, only to see a handsome young man with black hair in a dark purple and gold embroidered gown, leaning leisurely against the big pine tree.

Her phoenix eyes were raised slightly, and she smiled helplessly, as if there was a bit of hatred in it.

Angry veins popped out of the little girl's forehead, and said angrily, "Whoever stipulates that cultivation must go to the battlefield to kill the enemy or something, I can use my ghost power as I want, it's none of your business!"

"Well...there is no such rule."

The young handsome man saw that her little face was red and bulging with anger, she was so cute, he couldn't help covering his mouth and sniggering.

He strolled over, squatted down in front of the little girl, and pulled her ponytail, "Quick-tempered little girl, what's your name?"

The little girl slapped off the big hand that hurt her, wrinkled her little nose, and made a grimace: "Dad said, you can't just tell strangers who you are."

"right……"

The young handsome man was restrained by him and couldn't speak, so the shivering little underworld official glanced at him. The shining family emblem on his left chest was very familiar.

"Hmph, don't play dumb, you must be a crow that is greedy for me."

The little girl picked up a prepared crow, poked it with a small bamboo stick, and stuffed it into the man's hand, "Roast it yourself!"

The man glanced at the ingredients in his hand that had even been seasoned, couldn't help laughing, and returned them to her.

"Forget it, I don't think it's enough to plug your teeth... In this way, it's fate to meet. I'll be free someday, so I'll take you to have a good meal."

After all, a dark cloud rose from under the young handsome man's feet, and he drifted away...

The little girl rolled her eyes and continued to roast her crow.

Inexplicably close, sick.

　Preview of the next plane:
　　Not domineering female president x sick and charming private doctor (just like the cover), the main plot is slightly dark, with mother goose nursery rhyme elements.

　　That's right, I just want to follow the trend and play sick...

　　— By the way, can I even open a knife shop, hehe~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)