Bai Ling knew at a glance that the little guy couldn't help but want to take action. They were just some low-level mutant poultry, so it would be better for him to save his energy for a real emergency.
When the little meatball heard this, his soft and chubby little face immediately fell down, and then he bit the bottle angrily and drank the milk with a gurgling sound.
But I don’t know how many people envy a child who can drink milk powder and eat food suitable for his age in this world full of ruins.
"Tsk, ordinary people are just ordinary people, they can only stand there and watch!" A woman who was dealing with the mutated poultry not far to Bai Ling's left said disdainfully.
"That's right, a useless kid who just joined in the fun was able to get a hundred kilograms of special mutant pork. How unfair!"
They didn't dare to say it before, but now they are busy killing zombies, and naturally they murmured their dissatisfaction.
Besides, if it weren’t for the support of the team built by Bai Xiaoxi and Bai Shan, would they have been treated so well?
"Forget it. After all, I have a sister and brother who are both at level 13."
"What's so great about that? Is she going to follow her sister and brother like this for the rest of her life?"
When they said this, there was obviously mockery in the eyes of those people.
Not to mention Bai Ling, even little Rouqiu felt it. The little guy was precocious, and he had come into contact with so many people and participated in large-scale zombie hunting activities. He was becoming more and more clever and no longer as ignorant as before. Naturally, he could hear those people saying bad things about them.
Then he took the bottle down, raised his little head, and pointed his little nostrils at those people, then snorted disdainfully, "That's what Uncle Jiaming said, sour grapes!"
Because Zhu Shuaiyi had brought grapes over before, and Li Jiaming said this when he was playing with Bai Xiaoxi. The little guy was confused at the time. The grapes in his mouth were sweet, so he pestered Li Jiaming to explain it several times before he understood.
In short, it means jealousy.
"Oh my god, this little brat!" The people over there were almost fuming with anger when they saw this scene.
After all, they are level six or seven psychics, but they are actually looked down upon by a level two or three kid who is not even a year old?
It’s like an adult’s dignity has been lost. How can they not be furious?
Bai Ling touched the little guy's head helplessly and said, "You, I really don't know who you resemble with this personality!"
No patience at all.
"Grandma said I looked a lot like my aunt when we were little!" Bai Shan had said the same thing back then. After all, I didn't look like anyone from the Xia family. Little Rouqiu ran to ask Li Dongmei.
Bai Ling's hand that was touching his head stiffened for a moment. That incident was the one that she remembered most vividly from her childhood.
Indeed, what kind of endurance does a child need? Smiling when happy and crying when sad—that's the expression an innocent child should have.
Bai Ling smiled slightly, hiding her inner thoughts, and pinched the little guy's soft flesh, "Then look like auntie!"
The little boy then picked up the unfinished bottle with satisfaction, and started drinking again with his round eyes open.
When she has free time, she doesn't forget to cheer Bai Xiaoxi and others in her tender voice.
This made Meng Xin extremely happy.
But the others watched with contempt the two people who stood aside and did not take action.
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