Chapter 125: Soft and Cute Milk Group is Three and a Half Years Old, and the King of Hell’s Seven-Day Journey
Eighteen held Meng Fuling's legs tightly and her body was covered with snot and tears.
Her big tearful eyes looked extremely pitiful, and her pink little face looked a bit like Meng Fuling.
Ah Cheng quickly retracted his hand and let go of the little girl: "Miss Meng, how could you betray my Third Master!"
The child is at least three years old. Meng Fuling just turned twenty this year. Could it be that she gave birth to a child while she was underage?
The main question was who was the biological father of this child? Qin Muchen's eyes were filled with disbelief.
Meng Fuling lowered her head and looked at the crying girl, and actually gave her a strange smile.
This old guy is full of evil intentions. He is deliberately doing bad things at his age and actually calls her mommy?
"Mommy!" He shook Meng Fuling's leg and pointed at Qin Muchen: "This uncle is so fierce, I don't want me to be my daddy!"
"This is my colleague!" Meng Fuling picked him up and said, "Don't call me mommy."
Colleague? Who could be Meng Fuling's colleague?
Qin Muchen stared at Shi Ba with suspicion: "Is he a colleague from the entertainment industry?"
"No!" Meng Fuling looked at the three-and-a-half-year-old kid and said, "Don't be fooled by his face."
Isn't this just a little kid over three years old? No, of course not!
"Eighteen levels of hell, each has a manager, and this is the supervisor, Buddha."
The little kid in front of me with snot and tears all over his face turned out to be the supervisor of the eighteenth floor: Futu.
In the underworld, everyone calls him Eighteen, but this great Buddha has lived for over a thousand years.
Don't be fooled by his harmless appearance on weekdays, he is actually a smiling tiger.
After all, he is in charge of the eighteen levels of hell, the deepest and most terrifying existence in all hells.
All those punished there were extremely vicious criminals, including No. 033 who escaped this time.
It is naturally impossible for an ordinary person to be able to deal with these evil spirits. In the underworld, the person Meng Fuling dare not provoke the most is him except the boss, because no one knows how strong his fighting power is.
Meng Fuling said calmly, "There's an unwritten rule in our place: if you don't want to be skinned, don't mess with Eighteen."
The two men were stunned, looking at the child in front of them in disbelief, and realized that he was the ruler of the eighteen levels of hell.
"Mommy, don't you like me anymore?" He cried with his lips pouted and his body twitching.
Those who don’t know would think that he was bullied. Anyone who dares to bully him must have lived enough.
She put her down helplessly: "Since everything is fine here, you should go back quickly!"
Ah Cheng's face turned pale and he became a little uneasy: "Is he really the King of Hell who controls the eighteenth level of the underworld?"
He just dared to fight with the King of Hell. I hope he won’t really take revenge on him later.
"So you are the supervisor of the eighteenth floor. I'm sorry!" Qin Muchen's attitude became more respectful.
Because of Meng Fuling, he is now used to seeing ghosts and monsters in this world.
It is not strange that the King of Hell possesses a three-and-a-half-year-old baby, not to mention that Meng Fuling herself came from the underworld.
Now that my identity has been revealed, there is no need to continue acting.
"I can't go back for now!" Futu folded his arms across his chest. "The possession will take seven days before it can leave."
The child is too small and weak. If we force him to leave, he might get hurt.
"It's been a long time since I last came to the human world. The hospitals there are so well developed now!"
Futu put his hands on his waist and said in a baby voice: "Xiaoling, I'm hungry, I want to eat something!"
Then he handed over the milk bottle hanging on his body: "Fill it up with milk, I want to drink more."
Now his body makes him unable to control himself, and he can't stop drinking milk three times a day.
Meng Fuling looked at the milk bottle. Now, the people who came to help were of no help and had to take care of him.
At this moment, the table in the ward was filled with various fried chickens and hamburgers, as well as a whole box of milk.
Futu sat on a high bench, swinging his little feet and eating happily.
"Mmm, it's delicious!" He ate with his mouth full of tomato sauce: "Xiaoling, do you want to eat it?"
Meng Fuling wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "I won't eat anymore. Eighteen, please eat more."
Her cell phone is broken right now, so she has to buy a new one first.
After dinner, she took Shi Ba to a nearby mobile phone store and chose a brand new phone to use first.
As soon as I opened the live broadcast room, I found that the messages in her live broadcast room had exploded.
The number of fans leaving messages has exceeded 9999+. How could that be a problem since I was away for only one or two days?
"Master Meng, eternity? We will always miss you!"
"Master Meng, you will live in our hearts forever!"
"Sad! Master Meng Fuling saved countless lives, yet he died at the hands of a thousand-year-old skin corpse!"
Futu looked at the messages from fans, all of which were wreaths and chrysanthemums.
He almost died of laughter: "Xiaoling, I never thought you would be so popular in the world."
Because the connection with Fang Jinyu was cut off after the live broadcast, everyone thought she died in the fire.
So they flocked to her live broadcast room to pay their respects, and the words of condolence were: Wuhua Beimen is like a hero.
Meng Fuling quickly clicked on the live broadcast, and as soon as she logged in the number, she attracted a burst of exclamations.
[Wow, something big has happened. The Master's account has logged in. Is he faking his death?]
[No way, the master is dead, only a dead person would log in to the account.]
[Who dares to steal my master's account? Show your true form immediately.]
[Impossible. We saw with our own eyes that the live broadcast master was burned to death in the blazing fire. He and the Third Master became a ghost couple.]
What kind of people are these? They all think she is dead.
The screen of the live broadcast room appeared, and Meng Fuling appeared directly in the live broadcast room.
The fans below were all devastated in an instant, after all, they saw the real person appear.
"I'm Meng Fuling, I'm not dead!" She greeted the live broadcast room.
[Master, I'm dazzled. My master is not dead. I knew you wouldn't die.]
[Could it be a skin corpse? She killed my master and now she's using her skin to deceive people.]
[You are the skin corpse, your whole family is skin corpses, so it is natural that my master killed the evil ghost.]
【The master is still alive, I want to withdraw a wreath. 】
[The entire internet is celebrating, and I'm immediately withdrawing a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums.]
[I agree with the above, I also withdrew a mahogany coffin. ]
"Don't worry, everyone. The skin corpse has been reduced to ashes!"
The little girl next to him stared at the counter in the mall and suddenly said, "Xiaoling, I want to eat ice cream."
He pointed to the durian-flavored ice cream in the freezer next to him and said, "I've never tried this flavor."
Meng Fuling looked at the ice cream in the freezer and said, "This isn't tasty. It stinks!"
"Hmm? Really?" Eighteen pouted, her eyes cold as she considered the matter carefully. "You're not lying to me, are you?"
He looked at her in a baby voice and said, "Mommy, are you still reluctant to spend money to buy it for me?"
"Buy it, buy it now!" Meng Fuling really couldn't serve this big boss, so she quickly spent money to buy a durian ice cream.
The live broadcast room exploded again, and fans were all staring at the milk ball licking the ice cream.
[Oh my god, whose child is this? How dare they call my master by his nickname?]
[Illegitimate child? Look how much this child resembles my master. He must be a son.]
Didn't you hear him call my master "Mommy" just now? Such a cute little bacon, just like a sticky rice dumpling.
[This is impossible. Woo woo woo! I suddenly couldn't help crying. Is this the Master and Third Master's child?]
[I never thought that the Third Master left behind a son after his passing. The Qin family has a successor!]
This generation of fans is truly extraordinary. Meng Fuling: "..."
The live broadcast room exploded again. The metaphysical master who came back from the dead had an illegitimate child, and the child was the Third Master's.
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