Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

Don't cry?

Fubao doesn't want to cry either!

But the current situation is that she can't do without crying!

Just when Mrs. Xu picked her up and dangled, she finally remembered the way to crack it. The solution is very simple, just let her shed some blood.

As God's most beloved cub, she is destined to be disease-free and disaster-free all her life. If she was injured and bleeds, it would definitely provoke God's anger.

In her last life, she didn't know who her biological parents were until Chuanchuan. Although she knew that if she really wanted to find it, she would definitely be able to find it. As God's most dear cub, she has always been able to achieve everything she wants.

However, she finally chose not to look for it.

No matter why they abandon her at the entrance of the orphanage, it means that they have chosen to abandon her.

Therefore, when he knew that someone had targeted them, Fubao used his own blood to resolve their bad luck, which was regarded as repaying their kindness to her.

And now in this world, with parents who love her, and brothers who sincerely treat her, Fubao is naturally more satisfied and cherishes the hard-won family affection even more.

Now that someone wants to harm her relatives, how can this be tolerated?

But the problem also followed. She was just a little baby who was just born less than three months old, and she wanted to hurt herself, which was simply difficult.

After thinking about it, the only thing Fubao can do is cry, cry hard.

I hope that her constant crying can achieve the same effect as wounding and bleeding.

...

Xiangyi Mansion, Linyao Mansion.

In the backyard building of a high gate compound, a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a seven-star crown is opening the altar.

In the center of the altar where Taoist priests practiced, Xu Laosan was sleeping like a dead pig.

On the viewing rockery next to the altar, a richly dressed young man was holding a young girl, looking gloomily at the Taoist priest who opened the altar.

Beside this young son, there stood a middle-aged man with sly eyes.

"My son, Changping Daochang is a man of real ability."

The middle-aged man looked at the young son with flattery, "As long as I have seized Xu Yuanheng's cultural fortune, this time Qiuwei, this is the name of Xie Yuan, it is the son!"

"Wang Guan, you can talk!"

The young man smiled evilly, "If this young man wins the first name of this Xiangyi Mansion, Xie Yuan, the old man, this young man will do it for you!"

"Little Master Xie cultivated!"

The middle-aged man quickly thanked the young man.

At this time, on the altar of the Tinglou, the yellow talisman paper in the hands of the Taoist priest suddenly burned out of flames.

The burning talisman yellow paper was flying in the air, towards Xu Lao San's forehead.

As long as the yellow talisman paper falls on Xu Lao San's forehead, this method of seizing luck will be completed.

However, the mutation happened at this moment.

In the clear and white day, there was a thunder and thunder suddenly, and a clear thunder fell from the sky and landed firmly on the Taoist priest who was casting a spell.

This Taoist priest, who was highly respected by middle-aged men, was instantly turned into coke by thunder.

And the burning talisman yellow paper accelerated suddenly, and landed on the forehead of the young master watching the spell.

The young prince screamed directly, and he fell straight back.

However, this is not over!

The thunder continued, one after another, falling on the surroundings of this courtyard building.

Such a miraculous scene naturally became a spectacle in Linyao City, attracting many people's onlookers, and even the prefect of Xiangyi Prefecture was attracted.