153: Why Do You Spit!

Why Do You Spit!

"Eldest Brother, Eldest Sister-in-Law, morning!" After a good night of sleep, Qiao Zhongxing brought his son to the entrance of the little drawing room in high spirits. When he saw his brother and his sister-in-law, he stopped with a smile.0

To his utter surprise, when he looked behind him, he found his niece, who was always calm and collected and acted like a little adult, was fleeing in a panic from a strange looking thing and frantically running toward the drawing room behind him while frenziedly shouting "Go back! Go back!!!"

Qiao Zhongxing was dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, his son next to him exclaimed in surprise, "Father, that's a pheasant! Is it an extra dish for us?"

Qiao Zhongbang and Wei Ziqin: …

"Cough, Second Brother, don't worry. Let's go. Let's head in and take breakfast first." Qiao Zhongbang walked up and clapped his brother on the shoulders. Recalling something, Qiao Zhongbang took out the stack of 10 storage talismans from his sleeve and stuffed them into Qiao Zhongxing's hand.

"Eldest Brother, what's this? Talismans?" The talismans that were sold in talisman shops were very expensive and had an 80% probability of being fake, so where did his brother get this?

"Yes, storage talismans drawn by your niece. Let's go. We'll discuss it when we're inside."

They sat around the circular table, and Qiao Zhongbang explained how to use the storage talismans to his brother. Then, he patted his dumbfounded brother and chuckled.

"Second Brother, let's keep this knowledge in our family. Qiaoqiao said these storage talismans aren't difficult to draw and to use them freely." Qiao Zhongbang nodded toward him.

Qiao Zhongxing immediately understood. "Eldest Brother, Eldest Sister-in-Law, don't worry. I won't tell anyone about the storage talismans."

It's too magical! His niece was actually a rarely seen talisman practitioner!

Wei Ziqin gave a few more instructions to the children before looking at her eldest daughter, who had returned after being chased in a circle by the 'pheasant'.

"Qiaoqiao…"

"Eat first!" Qiao Mu ran outside the door again, quickly disappearing without a trace.

The little foodie suddenly said in a childish tone while nibbling on a pastry, "Sister, really, really funny."

Laughter erupted from everyone.

Qiao Mu bounded out of the drawing room and charged toward the main door. That d*mn 'pheasant' kept chasing her while flapping its short wings and shrieking and gurgling.

She summoned it herself, so she had to swallow the bitter consequence herself!

When Qiao Mu reached the door, she spun around and extended her hand toward the weak chicken, angrily shouting, "Stop!"

The pheasant slowed down with tiny steps. Then, it suddenly flapped its wings and made a gurgle before spitting out a pillar of water.

Qiao Mu was not on guard—How would she have known this weak chicken would spit out saliva!—and was immediately drenched head to toe, dripping everywhere.

The child's eyes instantly started spitting fire!

Her ferule shot into her hand and without a second word, she launched herself at the weak chicken, aiming to kill. "Don't run, you weak chicken!"

'I will murder you!'

"Caw caw caw!" The weak chicken might look scrawny, but it was extremely nimble and clever. Seeing Qiao Mu charging toward her violently, it flapped its wings in a panic and ran toward the entrance of the alley while shrieking.

"Don't run!!!" Qiao Mu was both angry and laughing.

A turn and they reached the entrance of the City Lord's Estate. Qiao Mu paused her steps, not expecting a group of people to be kneeling in front of the estate.

The weak chicken brashly barged toward them, leaving claw marks on a few people's heads and causing the kneeling people to release shocked yells.

The corner of Qiao Mu's lips twitched from her anger, and she pulled out the Spirit Binding Rope and flung it at the chicken.

"Caw caw caw!" The pheasant felt its legs entangled by a rope and wanted to escape but was pulled back by the child. It screamed while flapping its wings and involuntarily landed in the child's hands.

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