The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

“By the way, my father will ask you some questions later. Don’t be afraid.”

Yang pinfeng wanted to hold the little girl’s hand, but just as he grabbed it …

Pa da …

The back of his hand seemed to have been hit by something, and yang pinfeng quickly retracted his hand.

It instantly turned red.

“What’s going on …? What’s that?” Yang pinfeng was in so much pain that he almost cried.

“Young master, you can’t talk nonsense. This is still the territory of the hall of salvation.” The two nannies hurriedly coaxed him. No demons or monsters dared to come over. Just to … I wouldn’t bully a child like you.”

When the yin spirit injured people, it could cripple them at the very least, or even kill them in the most severe cases. Who’s going to give you a slap?

He looked like he was up to something.

Yang pinfeng said with an aggrieved expression.

Jiang huailu stole a glance at Lu Jiang.

Lu Jiang, who was dressed in white, said in a neutral tone, “”You’re so young, but you’re getting all touchy. The little girl’s hand can not be touched by others.”

Jiang huailu was one step behind and said in a low voice, “Then why did you pinch my face?”

“I’m not a numan,” LU nua1J1ang repnea.

Jiang huailu’s face was red with anger!

“Lulu, come quickly. My father is still waiting for us.” Yang pinfeng didn’t dare to hold her hand anymore, and hurriedly pulled her clothes and ran forward.

Seeing Lulu’s face full of smiles, Madam Xia walked over to Mrs. Zheng.

“Feng Feng doesn’t have many friends, and Lulu saved him and even went through thick and thin with him. It’s inevitable that I’ll be a little more enthusiastic.” Mrs. Zheng was yang fenfeng’s mother. Mrs. Zheng had a son in her middle age and was a few years older than the Xia family.

“Speaking of which, I still have to thank little sister Xia.” Mrs. Zheng was already an existence that all women looked up to in the barren city.

Naturally, they didn’t care about the noble ladies who were exiled from the capital, but the Xia family was different.

She had saved his only lifeline.

Mrs. Zheng affectionately pulled her into the carriage, and Mrs. Xia was still a little dazed.

A relationship that Jiang yubai could not get no matter how hard he tried, and he even had to rely on his niece to sell her body. Only then did he get to know the commander.

However, at this moment, she entered the carriage of the city Lord’s wife and held her hands. It was really

Fate played a fool.

Madam Xia’s lips curved up bitterly, and she put down the curtain to make it easy for Mrs. Zheng to start a conversation.

At this moment, Jiang huailu was brought to city Lord yang.

In fact, when they first met on the Zhongyuan Festival, Jiang huailu had seen the Ashen look on his face.

The aura of death had already spread all over his body, but the moment he found yang pinfeng, it completely dissipated.

Her intervention had changed the fate of both of them.

“You’re Lulu, right? You’re really a smart child. You’ve saved my stupid son, and uncle yang has never thanked you.” City Lord yang had been in power for a long time, and he was afraid of scaring the little girl, so he tried his best to smile.

He was a little curious about this child.

To be able to sell the kidnappers and escape from Dao BA’s capture, his son was far from this level of intelligence.

“How am I slow-witted?” Yang pinfeng muttered.

“Uncle yang, you don’t have to be so polite. Mother said that saving a life is better than building a seventh grade … Level seven …” The little girl didn’t come out after a long time.

“A seven-storied Pagoda.” Lu huaijiang said slowly.

“Oh, a seven-story Pagoda.” Little Huai Lu’s face was slightly red.

“I don’t know which family’s man is pitiful, having eight generations of bad luck to actually have to marry an illiterate like you.” Lu huaijiang rolled his eyes in disdain.

The city Lord’s eyes flickered and he smiled. He was too nervous.

This child was only four years old.

“Lulu, did you see master yang Cha? Have you ever heard him say what the Savior likes?” City Lord yang paused.

“It’s better to have a number of people’s offerings.” He said it with a strong sense of righteousness.

Jiang huailu sneaked a glance at him and mumbled, “”She, she likes .. Tanghulu.”

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