Chapter 169 I'm waiting for that little guy

The denial of the destined person made the audience in the live broadcast room speak up for Mianmian again.

[How can it be impossible? Our little aunt said that it is possible.] [Brother, it has been ten years. If your dog was reincarnated at that time, it would be ten years old. Maybe it is really your Maomao.] [How about looking at the birthmark? I saw it in a short video. A dog that was raised before died, and another dog was brought back after 8 years. As a result, the dog had the same birthmark on its body.] Everyone talked about it and gave advice to the destined person, but the destined person still frowned.

The white Spanish puppy was circling around his feet, sniffing his scent excitedly, but he didn't lean over to touch the puppy.

"That's all I can say." Mianmian followed her father's advice that selling things should satisfy the buyer, and asked, "What do you think? Do you want to talk to Mianmian again?"

The destined person was originally looking at the dog beside him. Hearing this, he stared at Mianmian and asked, "Why is there only so much? Can't you tell me all about my future? Or do you simply not have the ability to do so?"

Her fortune-telling ability was questioned, and Mianmian puffed up her cheeks and said angrily, "It's not that I can't finish it all, it's just that I can't finish it here, and Mianmian can't see it anymore."

The person with the destiny continued to ask: "Why can't I see it? What's the reason?"

"I don't know." Mianmian was also puzzled and shook her head, "Maybe your fate with Mianmian has not ended yet?"

Mianmian had experienced this kind of inability to see before, so she was not panicked.

She was curious about what kind of fate she and this destined person had. After all, they were now one in the south and one in the north, far apart, where could their fate be in the future? The little girl's face was full of question marks, which made the destined person smile again.

"Well, since you said so, then I can't do anything about it." He paused and emphasized, "I've already given you the money for the fortune-telling. So, our fate today ends here?"

Mianmian nodded, then immediately shook her head: "Let's not stop here, Mianmian still has something to tell you. Big brother, your uncle and aunt's child was not beaten to death by you, you don't have to worry. He fainted at the time because he had a heart problem. He has been trying to treat the disease, but it can't be cured."

"Oh, and Mian Mian really likes your revengeful character! If we are destined to meet again, Mian Mian can teach you martial arts! A martial arts that can make people feel pain when hitting them, and the wounds won't be seen!"

The little kid didn't feel that what he said was scary at all and continued to gesture.

Youyuanren chuckled. [No way, no way, is our little aunt a white-cut black?] [I don't know if she is white-cut black, anyway, I also like this kind of character who takes revenge when there is a grudge. I also have a dog. If anyone eats my dog ​​in front of me, I will beat him up!] [To be honest, if killing is not against the law, if you torture my dog ​​in front of me, I would hate to...] Seeing that everyone in the barrage agreed with Mianmian's words and praised her for taking revenge, a glimmer of light flashed in Youyuanren's eyes.

He responded to Mianmian's words: "Okay, if we are destined to meet again, we will meet again."

After saying that, the destined person wanted to terminate the connection, but saw the little girl in front of the screen stretched out her little finger.

"Then let's make a pinky promise. If we ever meet again, Mianmian will teach you martial arts!"

The destined person was stunned.

When he was a child, his mother would childishly pinky-pink him whenever she promised him something. The day his parents had a car accident was his birthday, and before that day they pinky-pink-pink him for a cake with Sun Wukong on it.

Unfortunately, this wish did not come true.

Did the little milk dumpling predict this and do it on purpose? When the destined person was thinking, the little milk dumpling's bright grape eyes suddenly lost their luster.

Mianmian saw that her destined person was unwilling to make a pinky promise with her, and was about to lower her head in disappointment, when she heard the voice of her destined person in her ear: "Okay, when we meet again, you will teach me martial arts, and we will make a pinky promise to each other for a hundred years."

"Okay, let's make a promise and stick to it for a hundred years!"

Across the screen, an adult and a child made a promise.

The next second, the video connection was disconnected.

[Ah, I want to make a pinky promise with my aunt, too.] [Three destined people in seven days, is today's live broadcast over here? Will my aunt continue to live broadcast tomorrow? I still want to see my aunt.] [Mianmian YYDS, will you continue the live broadcast tomorrow?] Realizing that the live broadcast was about to end, netizens sent bullet comments to keep her.

But it was no use trying to keep him. As a parent, Su Chenzhou felt sorry for his aunt who had been watching the screen for the whole afternoon. He appeared on camera and said, "Yes, today's live broadcast is over. The next fortune-telling live broadcast will be in seven days. See you in seven days~"

Mianmian said along with her sixth nephew and grandson: "See you in seven days~"

She waved her hands, then yawned, tears hanging in the corners of her eyes. Knowing that she didn't need to live broadcast anymore, the little girl became tired in a second, her eyelids drooped, and she felt very sleepy.

Netizens didn’t know what to say anymore.

No matter how senior or powerful the aunt is, she is still a child in essence.

The child sat in front of the screen obediently for 5 hours while doing eye exercises continuously and broadcast the live broadcast to them. He was very dedicated. It was really inappropriate to ask him to continue the live broadcast.

The live broadcast ended at 7:20.

Mianmian blinked her eyes, took out the eye-brightening pills made by her mother from her small bag, and gave each of her six nephews and grandchildren a bamboo tube.

"Looking at the screen is so tiring. You can also eat this, it can make your eyes brighter and help you see farther."

Su Chenzhou didn't expect that he could actually receive pills from his aunt. He took the pills and said thank you.

Lvlv, the weapon spirit who had been sitting on Mianmian's shoulder and watching her live broadcast, spoke up at this time: "The two ghosts over there, and the rat spirits you caught, haven't been dealt with yet, send them away quickly."

Mianmian did not send the male ghost and Weiwei away.

She hurriedly wrote a letter to Judge Cui, asking him to ask Yao Qian to come over and take these guys to the underworld.

The reply came quickly, but it was not from Judge Cui, but Judge Zhong Kui. Judge Zhong said that the ghost messengers were busy now and asked her to deliver it herself.

Mianmian yawned as she wrote a reply, burned the letter and sent it to the underworld, and fell asleep on the table the next second.

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"Little brat, you must be tired." Lulu said the new words she learned from going out, shook her head, and ran to the Su family's guest room to chat with the snake demon and the zombies.

Anyway, the child has family members to take care of him, so he doesn’t have to worry!

Under the gentle help of Madam Su and the maids, Mianmian took off her small hair crown and took a fragrant bath. During this time, she woke up for a while and then fell asleep again.

In the underworld, in the Hall of Yama, Zhong Kui was circling in front of Cui Yu.

Cui Yu was annoyed by Zhong Kui's spinning and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhong Kui's eyes widened: "I'm waiting for that little girl, why hasn't she sent the ghost yet? I've sent all the ghost messengers away to do their work."

Cui Yu said in a cold voice: "If you are really bored, go and interrogate a few more evil ghosts. Don't be lazy here. Be careful or I will report you to the Ten Kings of Hell."

Zhong Kui: ...

"Don't say you don't want to see that little kid. You must want to see him, otherwise why would you allow me to do this? Besides, it's tiring to keep trying cases. And you don't let people take a break?"

Cui Yu did not respond to Zhong Kui's words: "If she doesn't come, she must be busy. Don't wait."

A certain little kid was lying on the soft big bed, blowing bubbles comfortably. He was indeed very busy.

It was already late at night.

The third person stood outside the dilapidated wooden house and watched the police handcuff the dog thief. The reason for handcuffing him was arson and destroying other people's property.

"Hello, thank you for calling the police. We are now taking the suspect back to take a statement. As the person who called the police, you have to go with us. What's your name on the phone?"

The destined person hesitated for a moment and said, "My name is Yang Xian."

The policeman smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Yang, is this dog yours?"

Yang Xian lowered his head and glanced at the white puppy beside him: "Yes, it's mine, named Maomao."

A man and a dog got into the police car.

(End of this chapter)