Chapter 548
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"Uncle Dog!" Liu Yuanyuan's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Uncle Dog is the Ultraman you mentioned?" Chen Fangya asked Lin Mumu in a low voice.
"No, I didn't know he was back. Ultraman is much more exciting than him, you just wait to watch the show. Yuanyuan, tell Uncle Dog not to worry about it. These dogs can stay! "
With these dogs, Lin Mumu could worry a lot less, and the process of watching the show would be more leisurely.
"Are you all right?" Uncle Dog pushed his wheelchair over.
"It's okay, I was thinking of bringing you breakfast, it's a little cold." Liu Yuanyuan saw Uncle Dog and immediately went back to the house to get the insulated food container.
The insulated food container was divided into three layers. The bottom layer was filled with soup or vegetables, the middle layer could also hold a dish, and the top layer was filled with rice. The whole container could be kept warm for a period of time.
Liu Yuanyuan's container was quite a lot of things. The bottom layer was rice cake soup, the middle layer was mixed side dishes, and the top layer was white bread.
These were the breakfast Qiao Hui made, and they hadn't finished eating yet, so Liu Yuanyuan packed a portion.
At that time, Qiao Hui thought Liu Yuanyuan would eat it the next day, and in order to prevent her from being embarrassed, she also praised her for her good style of living and being diligent and thrifty.
Lin Mumu felt that when Liu Yuanyuan packed breakfast, her expression was inexplicably sweet, and her face was unconsciously smiling.
Now seeing her with that kind of hopeful expression, and Uncle Dog not pretentiously eating, no matter how she looked at it, these two people seemed to be having an affair!
Lin Mumu, Chen Fangya, and An Xiaoqin exchanged a knowing look.
Liu Yuanyuan was thin-skinned, and they were too embarrassed to say it out loud.
Uncle Dog was called uncle because of his thick stubble and the fact that he had a daughter. In fact, he was less than 30 years old, and was ten years older than Liu Yuanyuan.
Uncle Dog hadn't finished eating yet, but there was another lively scene outside.
"It's him! It's him! Master, you have to give me justice ah. "
Suddenly, a mournful cry broke the silence around them.
Seeing the two women walking towards the fat man, Lin Mumu's eyes lit up. The people she had been waiting for a long time had come!
Xuan Jing and Liu Xi! Especially Xuan Jing, who was wearing a Daoist robe today.
When Xuan Jing heard Liu Xi's scream, she immediately took action. In her hands was a traditional horsetail whisk and a few yellow talismans.
With this kind of attire, many people on the streets would think that he was a fortune teller.
Xuan Jing did not care about what the others thought of her. Sou, sou, sou. A few talisman papers flew out. Then, the horsetail whisk was stained with her own blood. The fatty seemed to be convulsing as he rolled around in the pile of talisman papers. Soon, blood began to flow from his mouth and nose. It was an extremely terrifying sight.
"Awesome!" Chen Fangya was bold enough to praise Lin Mumu: "Your Ultraman is really useful, your martial uncle? Too cool! Please introduce us. "
"Yes, but she hates me."
Chen Fangya stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to continue. Only Lin Mumu, this black goods, dared to use her opponent as a spear.
As the saying goes, amateurs enjoy the show, while experts appreciate the artistry.
Outsiders all felt that this old Daoist nun was playing a new trick, and this fatty was just a supporting actor. Just a few pieces of yellow paper, and he was able to make his face bleed? Was he trying to coax a three-year-old? The Daoist priest's method used on TV also had a lot of special effects. You guys didn't even give special effects, it's not professional at all!
In Lin Mumu's and Chen Fangya's eyes, Xuan Jing really put in a lot of effort. The array she used was very powerful, and it would condense evil energy that would make the people inside the array "see ghosts".
The less courageous ones were still fine, they would just faint from fright.
If this sumo wrestler wanted to resist, he would be hitting himself, and in the end, he would become weaker and weaker. Maybe he would even die.
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