The light green body fluid was smeared over and over again on the fat boy's back. Every time it was smeared, the pain on the fat boy's back disappeared a little, and the degree of redness and swelling seemed to have subsided.
When the body fluid in the lid of the small box was completely smeared, the fat boy felt as if he had been resurrected.
"I stomped! I stomped! You stung me! You stung me! Stung me again if you dare! " He jumped up and fiercely stepped on the struggling and squirming Western Chili's body. With a thud, it was smashed into a pulp, and its internal organs flowed out. Not satisfied, he stomped his feet twice and then wiped the soles of his shoes clean on the curb.
Snowy and the others were disgusted and turned their heads away, not wanting to see it again.
Zhang Zian originally planned to keep this Western Chilli to take a photo to see what subspecies it was. However, the little fat boy moved too fast. Before he could stop it, the Western Chilli had become a pile of meat. He could only sigh at the fact that naughty children were naughty children. Once the wound healed, they would forget the pain. This was because the Western Chilli had poison glands in its body. If the poison glands burst out when it was stepped on, who knew who would be the unlucky one.
"Zhuang Zhuang! Zhuang Zhuang! What's wrong with you? "
At this time, a man rushed over with a briefcase and rushed into the crowd. He pressed on the fat boy's shoulder and looked him up and down in fear.
This man was the fat boy's father. He had gone to work overtime after confiscating the phone. As a result, the enthusiastic neighbor had asked for his phone number from the fat boy and called him to come pick up the fat boy. However, he did not clearly describe what was wrong with the fat boy, only saying that it might be an allergy.
He did not care about his boss's ugly expression. He hurriedly asked for leave and ran back. As soon as he got out of the taxi, he saw that his son was half-naked and surrounded by a lot of people. Fortunately, he was standing, which made him somewhat relieved.
He noticed the suspicious light green on the fat boy's back. He wiped a little with his finger, put it under his nose, and smelled it. There was an indescribable strange smell, and he was about to lick it again …
Everyone quickly pulled him back, thinking that a tiger father would not beget a dog son, and a naughty child would have a naughty father. The ancients were right!
You don't even know what this is, and you want to lick it?
Everyone explained the situation one after another. He looked down at the green ball of meat that had been trampled into a pulp, and then carefully looked at the red rash on his son's back that had not completely subsided. He more or less understood the situation.
"Who asked you to be naughty? He was so naughty! You're naughty at home, but you're still naughty outside? "He raised his hand as if he was going to hit her.
The fat boy straightened his neck and shouted, "Fight! Hit me then! If you dare hit me, I'll tell my mom! I'll make you kneel on a washboard tonight! "
Everyone roared with laughter again. This devilish brat's strength was truly ridiculous.
The man was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground. He raised his hand but didn't hit her. He didn't know if it was because he couldn't bear to hit her or because he was afraid of kneeling on the washboard at night.
Zhang Zian nodded sympathetically. If he did not have a wife, he would not have such troubles.
The man thanked everyone and pulled his son home. Since he had already taken leave, there was no point in going back to the company. He might as well go home and discuss with his wife whether they should go to the hospital.
The chubby boy still didn't want to leave. He used the excuse that he wanted to go back to the green space to pick up a pen and some writing materials. He knew that he would inevitably be reprimanded by his mother when he got home. He might even get spanked by her.
His father knew that he was looking for an excuse. He had never seen him so serious about his homework. He often forgot to bring his homework on purpose. Why did he suddenly change his attitude today?
"It doesn't matter. I'll help you pick it up." Zhang Zian said with a fake smile, "You can go in peace. Come to my shop to pick it up when you have time."
The chubby boy glared angrily.
He had no choice. In the end, he was dragged away by his father.
The neighbors saw that there was nothing to see, so they scattered and went home to find their mothers.
An ant found the body of the Western Chili. After returning to its nest, it quickly brought a large group of ants. They collectively carried the body back to the ant nest. Such fat meat could be eaten several times.
The netizens in the live broadcast room were also talking about the Western Chili. This creature had different names in different places, but those who had suffered from it were terrified.
"Let's go into the shop. Try your Egyptian dates." Zhang Zian called Snowy into the house.
Snowy smiled bitterly. The appearance of the Western Chili often appeared in front of her eyes. She still felt nauseous and couldn't eat anything.
Entering the shop, Zhang Zian found the gift that he was going to give her. It was a female symbol, the Ankh amulet that represented life in ancient Egypt, and a bag of dates.
When Snowy went out today, she told her parents that she would be back in a while, so she couldn't stay for long.
She chatted with Zhang Zian and the shop assistants for a while, listening to Zhang Zian talk about his experience in Egypt. However, Zhang Zian always had a boastful expression when he talked about it, so people couldn't be sure whether he was telling the truth or just bragging. However, everyone was used to it. His words were always 70% true and 30% false. It was like adding water to wine, but at least it wasn't mixed with sh * t.
Snowy asked him about Sihwa. Her fans and Sihwa's fans also had a small overlap. They were very curious as to why he and Sihwa had gone to Egypt at the same time. Egypt was not even in the top ten of the top tourist destinations for Chinese people.
They were mainly interested in Sihwa, who was full of mystery. They wanted to know why she spent most of her time in a small bathroom, and if her body was soaked in water for a long time, wouldn't her skin wrinkle?
Zhang Zian, of course, denied it. He emphasized that he wasn't going to travel, but to assist Binhai University with scientific research. He went deep into the Egyptian desert to conduct research on the original Egyptian cats, and the related research report would be released soon.
Snowy didn't have any hope of getting an answer from him. She just asked casually, and after asking, she left.
The shop was quiet for a short while.
Lu Yiyun buried her head in painting, Wang Qian and Li Kun nibbled on dates one by one, and Jiang Feifei was next door with all kinds of marine life.
Zhang Zian thought about the Western Chili just now, and there was always a lingering uneasiness in his heart. If he could see one Western Chili, it meant that there were at least hundreds of them in places that he couldn't see. Fortunately, the residents near the green space rarely went there, so the impact might not be big. However, if it continued to spread … no one could say what the consequences would be.
He looked at the time. Sihwa's return to Binhai City meant that the marine life in the ocean would be attracted again. He had to go to the beach to play Sihwa's song to drive them away, as usual, and pick up the sea.
During the days that he had been in Egypt, some of the pets in the aquarium had been sold, but Jiang Feifei didn't know where to get the goods, so she hadn't been able to replenish them. It was a good time to go to the beach to see if there were any rare marine life that had been washed ashore.
At that moment, a figure poked his head in from outside the door and asked, "This … is this a pet shop?"
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