The Ancient Growth Diary of a Little Zombie

The three of them looked at each other, and hurriedly got up to go out to check, but just as they stepped out of the door, they were shocked by the scene in front of them and stopped in their tracks.

I saw that the soft, sticky and tender glutinous rice ball beside the flower bed in the yard was no longer a glutinous rice ball!

It's clearly a little pepper!

The little boy was riding on Sang Jiale, who was lying on the ground. His little chubby face was huffing and puffing, scratching Sang Jiale with his claws and teeth, while yelling in a baby voice:

"Humph! My sisters are the best!"

Sang Jiale, who was suddenly pushed to the ground by Xiaotuanzi and then beaten, was stunned at the moment.

But after hearing what Xiaotuanzi said, he didn't fight back, but just protected his face with his hands, and then subconsciously refuted loudly:

"No, my eighth sister is the most powerful!"

The three little girls looked at each other in confusion, wondering how things could have turned out like this.

In fact, the cause was that Sang Jiale chased the little girl out, but saw that the little girl was enjoying herself and had no intention of paying attention to him at all.

Sang Jiale was thinking, how should I talk to him?

After thinking about it, I finally thought of the common point between the two - sister.

Then Sang Jiale walked up to the other person and started talking to him about his sister.

Obviously this trick worked on Xiaotuanzi, but as they chatted, he started bragging about how great his eighth sister was.

Little Dumpling was unhappy when he heard this, because his sisters were obviously the most powerful and best ones!

But she was small and couldn't speak many words clearly. She didn't know who she inherited her bad temper from. When she found that she couldn't win the argument, she got anxious and started to attack directly.

Just when the two little ones were arguing for their sisters, none of the three wicked sisters tried to stop the fight.

They all leaned against the door, watching the two fight with great interest, as if whoever of the two little ones won in the end would be the most powerful sister.

But as I watched, the style of the painting gradually became wrong.

Little Dumpling: "My third sister can draw. She's the best!"

Sang Jiale: "My eighth sister is good at fighting. She's the best!"

Little Dumpling: "My fourth sister can dance, she's the best!"

Sang Jiale: "My eighth sister knows how to fight..."

The little dumpling scratched it with its claws and shouted angrily:

"You idiot! You just said that!

Look, your sister doesn’t know as much as my sister, so my sister is still the best! "

Sang Jiale was stunned for a moment when he was tickled, and then his eyebrows frowned and relaxed, and a wild and determined smirk appeared on his little face.

He stared straight at the little girl, his round eyes as dark and bright as black grapes, and asked word by word:

"My eighth sister dares to eat shit!

Does your sister dare?"

The little dumpling's eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hands in surprise.

Seeing her frightened look, Sang Jiale felt even more pleased and continued to add:

"Not only does my eighth sister dare to eat shit herself, she also feeds it to our whole family!

My third uncle and fifth brother love it the most! "

Little Dumpling is small but not stupid. How dare the sisters eat such filthy things?

The arrogance on her body immediately disappeared, she pursed her lips and muttered aggrievedly:

"My sister... my sister... wuwuwuah~ My sister doesn't dare~ wuwuwu~"

"Sang! Jia! Le!"

The little dumpling's crying and the corpse's thunderous roar rang out together.

Sang Jiale was frightened by his eighth sister's shout. When he turned around, he saw his eighth sister walking towards him step by step with clenched fists, a dark face and murderous intent.

At this moment, he didn't care about his face in front of the girl he liked. What mattered most was saving his life.

He pushed the little ball that was still pressing on him down, got up and ran out of the yard, shouting as he ran:

"Third Aunt! Help! Eighth Sister is going to kill someone!"

Seeing that he dared to run, Shishi was so angry that he laughed.

She immediately brought out her secret weapon, which was passed down from her grandmother to her daughters but not to her sons.

She took off her embroidered shoes, aimed at the target, exerted force with her hands, and hit the bull's eye.

Sang Jiale was hit on the back of the knee by his sister's embroidered shoes. He felt pain in his leg and fell to the ground with his face and back facing the bluestone slab.

But before he could cry out in pain, his eighth sister's deadly series of punches came down again.

"Ah'er~ Eighth Sister, Eighth Sister, I was wrong~"

"Wuwuwu, help me~"

"Wuwuwu, I don't dare, I don't dare~"

......

In the end, it was the Chen sisters who came forward to persuade their younger sister to stop the violence from continuing.

Chen Siyu looked at the little kid with snot and tears all over his face, holding his head with his hands full of lumps, and still sobbing. She felt a little pitiful and wanted to laugh.

But when she saw the red marks on his fair and tender little face, which were obviously scratched by her sister's little claws, she felt a little apologetic again.

Looking at her sister who was also still sobbing in grievance, Chen Siyu sighed softly, squatted down and said softly to Sang Jiale:

"Xiao Jiale, can't I apologize to you on behalf of Siya?

She has been spoiled by us. I will teach her a lesson and tell her not to do that again next time. Can you forgive her this time?"

Sang Jiale, who was beaten to tears, was a little confused at first. When he saw the beautiful sister pointing at his face, he finally reacted.

He freed one hand to touch the burning spot on his face, then wiped the dirt off his face with his sleeve.

When the sleeves were moved away, a sweet smile appeared on the clean little face, and the eyes were bright.

"It's okay, Sister Siyu. Sister Siya touched me because she must like me!"

......

Chen sisters: ...

Shi Shi: I understand!

Don’t blame myself for liking to beat my brother, it’s just because I like him too much!

Great!

From now on, I don’t need to make excuses or reasons to beat my brother anymore!

After the farce was over, Chen Siting still wanted to pull Shisi aside and continue talking about the shocking gossip, but unfortunately, she failed to do so in the end.

Because there was a commotion in the front hall again.

The Duke of Protectorate, who had just returned from his post, thought of the harmonious scene of spending time with his wife and children who were waiting for him at home, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on his sharp face.

But as he approached the front hall, he saw that the servants who usually waited in the hall were all standing outside the courtyard with their heads lowered and their necks shrunk.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel confused. Just as he was about to ask, he heard a lot of noise coming from inside, so he simply walked in to take a look.

When he crossed the courtyard and saw what was happening in the hall from afar.

I was stunned for a moment, and the smile on my face disappeared.

In the huge front hall, there were only three women with extremely strange postures.

They stood on a stool with one foot and stepped on the table with the other, holding something that looked like a small piece of paper in their hands, and the atmosphere was tense.

His wife picked up the two small pieces of paper in her left hand with her right hand, raised her hand and slammed them heavily on the table, making a loud "bang" sound, and then shouted angrily:

"To three!"

Then, a thin woman on her right threw out several small pieces of paper with the same loud "snap" sound and shouted proudly:

"Flying chicken with fried eggs."

His wife: "I'm sorry!"

The thin woman: "Three!"

The other woman shook her head: "I can't afford it."

His wife threw out two more pieces of paper and shouted excitedly, "Hey, two for each! Can you afford it?"

The thin woman then threw out two cards and sneered, "Royal bomb!"

......

His wife: "Shunzi!"

The thin woman: "Big bomb!"

His wife overturned the table, her face ferocious, pointing at the thin woman and shouting:

"Where did you get so many royal bombs? Didn't you say there were only two?"

The thin woman scratched her head, with a simple smile on her face, and a hint of pride:

"Hehe~ My daughter gave it to me secretly~"