Old Ancestor, she's back again

Chapter 4 It's impossible to make promises with oneself Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen the ancestor kill a chicken?"

A young man can't hide his words!
"Are you killing chickens? Those who don't know think you are killing people?"

The ancestor suddenly became unhappy while holding the dagger.

Eyes squinted, teeth bared, cheeks puffed out.

"It's okay to kill!"

In an instant, the boy was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground again.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, my lord, please forgive me!"

"Call Patriarch!"

Obviously a child, why do you call me Patriarch?

"do you have any opinion?"

"No, Patriarch."

"Kang Lang..." A dagger was thrown to his side.

"Kill the chicken and roast it!"

The boy looked at the dagger, then raised his head again: "Old Ancestor, you won't kill me?"

"I'm hungry!"

Take it for granted!

The ancestor never imagined that there was no bigu pill in her thousands of accumulations!

yes?She didn't even bother to look at such low-level things before, let alone collect them.

Now~ Patriarch is going to starve to death!
Thinking of this, the ancestor's eyes immediately became fierce.

"You can't kill chickens?"

That look seemed to say, if you don't know how to kill a chicken, I will kill you!
"Yes, but Patriarch, I have a broken leg!"

"Hmph, it's just a small broken leg. Do you think that the ancestor's panacea is all clay balls?"

?

It doesn't seem to hurt anymore.

Let him be called Patriarch again, and there are good things, but still so fierce?Could it be that she is a female devil who has resurrected her soul from a dead body?

"Hmph, little slippery boy, don't think I can't see your chattering eyes."

"I do not have."

"The ancestor said you have it, so you have it."

"Oh~"

"What's wrong with you, you have no ambition at all."

"Old Ancestor, I'm going to kill chickens!"

"Go, go, clean up, be neat, and speed up!"

"Oh."

The ancestor seemed to be leisurely, but in fact he never gave up his guard.Using the little beggar is also a helpless move. When can she walk out of the barren mountains and wild mountains with her two legs?

Looking at the little beggar, it seems to be a local beggar?
Although it is miserable, fortunately, I can lead the way and travel instead.

She didn't dare to use the magic weapon easily again, in case it failed again and fell from mid-air... the consequences would be disastrous!
While thinking about it, he picked up small stones on the ground at random, and threw them on the ground seemingly at random, flying his fingers, graceful like a lotus flower in full bloom.

She was lucky this time, she has a back, next time~
Kaka~ The crackling sound of the stone interrupted her thoughts.

Can't figure it out?Blow her up?What exactly do you mean?
After pondering for a moment, the ancestor felt that the time might be wrong.

Try again later.

"Hey, little beggar, I saved your life, how will you repay me?"

The little beggar was probably used to stealing chickens and plucking feathers, so he was very quick at it.It is the overall image, which looks timid and not very grand!
"Hey, why are you like a doormat, asking you something?"

"I'm not called a little beggar!"

"Then what's your name?"

While packing up the chicken, the little beggar said, "I've been wandering all the time, and I don't have a name."

The ancestor immediately put his hips on his hips and sneered: "You still say you are not a little beggar?"

"Let's say it first, it's impossible to make a promise with your body, wow..."

After the very magical laughter stopped, the ancestor quit again.

"Little beggar, are you stupid? What are you doing looking at me?"

The little beggar quickly lowered his head.

"fine."

The ancestor thought to himself: If there is nothing, there is something!
"Tell me quickly, believe it or not, I'll beat you to death?" He dug out from his pocket, took out a small leather whip, and whipped it on the ground.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, don't beat me..." The little beggar's face changed when he heard the sound of the whip.

Subconscious actions cannot deceive people.

Bending down to hold the food tightly, catch the punches and kicks with the back, the style of a little beggar on the street.

"Okay, okay, I didn't say that I really hit you and frightened you, you little beggar, you can't even tell? I don't think you should be called a little beggar, but a little fool!"

(End of this chapter)