Little dumpling: "Brother Fanhai, are you always so quiet?"
Fan Hai shook his head, "No!"
He only answered with one word, not a single word more.
"But I can only say one word, I'm very quiet." The little dumpling swung its legs.
The Fairy of the Blessed Fruit stuck out her tongue at Fan Hai and muttered, "Weirdo."
Van Hai: ...
Seeing that he didn't speak, the little dumpling had to change the question.
"Then why does Father scold people? How does he scold them?"
Fan Hai: "Because of you."
Fan Hai was an orphan who grew up by Mu Tingzheng's side and was trained by him to become one of the Mu family's five secret guards.
He knew that if it weren't for the little dumpling, his master would never have bothered to lay a hand on this hunter village woman.
Because they don't deserve it.
But the little dumpling didn't understand any of this, and Fan Hai hadn't said much.
So she pressed on, "What do you mean? Brother Fan Hai, please explain it to me clearly."
Fan Hai shook his head, "This is bad!"
Little dumpling: ……
Forget it, they can't communicate.
The little dumpling could only prop its head up and wait for its father to come out.
Fan Hai stood beside the little dumpling, but his eyes cautiously scanned the surroundings.
Even though he knew there was no danger nearby, as a bodyguard, being constantly vigilant had become a habit.
Before long, the little dumpling saw his father come out of the thatched hut. He looked calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.
Seeing his master come out, Fan Hai stretched out his hand to the little dumpling and said, "Let's go!"
The little dumpling had its hands behind its back.
"No!"
Fan Hai: ? ? ?
The little dumpling looked at him stubbornly.
Is he allowed to say only one word, but she isn't allowed to say only one word?
Fan Hai couldn't understand what the little child in front of him meant, but he chose not to try.
Fan Hai wrapped one arm around her, lifted her up with one hand, and walked towards Mu Tingzheng.
The little dumpling sighed helplessly.
I originally intended to repay him in kind, but unfortunately I was too young and could be easily picked up by someone.
Mu Ting took the little dumpling and waved the paper in his hand at her.
"This is the divorce agreement. Father has already had Fu Jiang sign it."
The little dumpling clapped happily.
"That's great, Daddy is awesome."
Mu Ting was handing the divorce papers to Zhen Chang'an.
Zhen Chang'an thanked Mu Tingzheng.
“My whole family and I will remember your kindness today. As for what happens next, I will send someone to take care of it later.”
Mu Tingzheng nodded.
"Take the children home quickly, I'm taking my daughter back too."
After saying goodbye to Zhen Chang'an, Mu Tingzheng took the little dumpling back to the camp.
The little dumpling hadn't seen what happened inside the thatched hut, and she asked Mu Tingzheng curiously:
"Father, what did you do to those two?"
Mu Ting smiled but didn't say anything. The five bodyguards behind him also had straight faces, as if nothing had happened.
Inside the thatched hut.
Fu Jiangniang huddled to one side, her hands buried in her hair, her eyes wide, her lips trembling as if she had been greatly frightened.
He was like a senile person, sometimes laughing loudly and sometimes crying loudly.
Fu Jiang collapsed to the ground, spitting out blood; his tongue was nowhere to be found in his empty mouth.
Fu Jiang's legs were both broken, and he could only lie on the ground, groaning helplessly.
Under the control of the Mu family's secret guards, the mother and son, who had been incredibly arrogant just moments before, were now one driven mad and the other crippled.
**
When the little dumpling returned to the camp, everyone was waiting for her.
Su Ruiling was the first to come forward.
"Little dumpling, has everything been resolved?"
The little dumpling nodded proudly, then pulled Su Ruiling along and vividly recounted what had just happened.
After hearing what had happened, Su Ruiling couldn't help but curse, "They are truly shameless scoundrels."
However, since Mu Tingzheng had already dealt with those two, Su Rui's spiritual energy diminished somewhat.
After all, she knew that if General Mu led his men to take action, just two or three of the seventy-two tortures in the military camp would be enough for the mother and son to endure.
Zhen Ruoan's matter has been settled, and the Fairy of Fortune Fruit has been found.
The little dumpling then told everyone to pack their things and head home.
Mu Tingzheng and the others returned to the Mu family first, while the little dumpling followed Su Ruiling to the palace.
Inside Duande Hall.
The little dumpling looked at the Fairy of the Blessed Fruit with a surprised expression.
In just half a day, a small section of his severed left hand had already grown back.
The little boy pointed at his left hand and asked, "Are you really okay with your broken hand? Can it really grow back?"
The fairy Fulingguo bounced around on the table a few times, then sat in a tea tray, striking a pose like an old man.
He said smugly, "Of course, as long as they don't chop me into pieces and eat me, I can grow back."
"Huh? But I've seen other radishes that, when cut open, don't grow properly!" the little dumpling asked, propping its head up with its paw.
Fuling Fruit Fairy: "Silly dumpling, I just look like a radish. Actually, I am a spirit fruit, but I have cultivated into a spirit."
The little dumpling picked up a tangerine, peeled it while asking, "Can you cure my aunt and make her pregnant?"
The Fairy of Fortune Fruit approached the little dumpling and asked her to share a segment of orange with him.
"Of course you can."
The little dumpling gave all the peeled oranges to the Lucky Fruit Fairy, then jumped off the chair and turned to get something.
The fairy Fulingguo asked curiously, "Where are you going? Aren't you going to treat your aunt's illness?"
Little dumpling: "Get the knife."
"Huh? What are you doing with that knife?"
"I'll cut you!"
The Fairy of Fortune Fruit was so frightened that he dropped the oranges, and cried out in grievance:
"I was trying to help you, and you tried to kill me!"
The little dumpling quickly waved to him.
"I'm not killing you, I'm just cutting off a small piece of your radish flesh for my aunt to eat."
"Oh, so you weren't going to kill me after all." The Fairy of Fortune Fruit picked up the orange again.
As he ate, he said, "Come here, you don't need my flesh to cure your aunt."
Upon hearing this, the little dumpling turned back.
"Then what should we use?"
After finishing the orange, the Fairy Fulingguo patted her stomach.
"No, I'm still not full. Bring me some more food."
Su Ruiling was still taking a bath, so the little dumpling asked Granny Chang to prepare some food.
There was a small kitchen in Duande Hall, and soon a table of delicious food was served.
Looking at the table full of delicious food, Fuling Fruit Fairy's mouth immediately watered.
The little dumpling had already started eating.
After a whirlwind of activity, the Fairy of Fortune Fruit's belly was noticeably two sizes bigger, and the little dumpling's belly had also become round and bulging.
When Granny Chang saw that her hands and mouth were covered in oil from eating, she quickly came over to wipe them off for her.
"My little princess, look at you now, you look just like a little kitten."
The little dumpling chuckled and asked the Fairy of Fortune Fruit, "Now that you're full, how are you going to treat your aunt's illness?"
On the way back, Granny Chang already knew that this thing was the Lucky Spirit Fruit Fairy. At first, she was startled when she saw that it could move and talk.
Now it's not surprising anymore.
The Fairy of Fortune Fruit didn't speak, but instead took a tea tray.
He stood on the tea tray, then squatted down.
He clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and his whole face turned red.
Um? ? ! ! !
The little dumpling blinked, confused. She felt...
Little Radish Head seems to be...pooping?!
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