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Although under the deterrent of Ma Goro, Zhang Huahua did not dare to cry, but the tears in the two lines were like the faucets that opened, and they could not stop flowing.
Ma Goro saw that the little boy was so crying, and felt that it was not fun. "I am not a trafficker, but a Ma Dachang. Do you know?"
Ma Daochang? Isn't that more terrible than a trafficker? Ma Goro did not say that it was okay, and said that Zhang Shuhua was crying more sadly than before. It’s not that Ma Wulang’s person is so fierce, but the merits of the preschool in this village. Usually, which little child is not obedient, grandparents and grandmothers will say: Ma Daochang is coming, you still cry, being captured by Ma Daochang as a devil. Therefore, in the minds of children, the most terrible person, the trafficker is the second, and the Ma Dao is the first.
Ma Daochang did not expect this result, and it was as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly. Niang's, usually not a teasing and a few small daughter-in-law girls, nothing to steal a chicken to touch a dog, to see who is not pleasing to the eye with a small trick to tease it? How come this image?
Jin Hu and several people were also scared and shivering, hiding behind Zhang Huahua, but did not escape.
"Don't cry!" Ma Daochang suddenly came to the fire. Three good words are not as good as a horse, and I can't cure you a little boy.
Zhang Huahua was scared and shaken. Jin Hu and a few also trembled and screamed and cried. This is their first voice. Zhang called Hua was scared enough by Ma Daochang, but did not notice this.
"What is your name?" Ma Daochang is quite satisfied with this effect.
"Zhang, Zhang called flowers." Zhang Shuhua looked at Ma Daochang with some fear. This person who is even more terrible than the trafficker, his body is dirty, like a flower, the head of the earth, the robes are wearing the effect of the dance show skirt on the TV, the following is silky. The horse is long and barefoot, so big and big. I feel that the image of this long road is not the same as that described by my mother.
"Your mother is really too level!" Ma Daochang smiled, apparently the name of Zhang Huahua is very happy.
"It’s not my mother’s, it’s taken by my grandfather.” Zhang Huanhua felt that this credit should still be given to Grandpa. In fact, Zhang Huahua is quite satisfied with his name because there is a flower in the name. It is very beautiful to have flowers. The thinking of the fart children is the same as that of the adults.
"Okay." Ma Daochang felt that he couldn't get rid of these ignorances with his fart boy, or he might be taken in a ditch. "I heard that you are entangled in a devil? Where are they hiding?"
"Don't tell him!" Jin Hu said anxiously to Zhang Shuhua. He is very afraid of the horse.
"They..." Zhang Shuhua feels very strange. Isn’t the horse long is a ghost? How can they not see the Golden Tigers like them?
Jin Hu, they were anxious, and they rushed out from Zhang Huanhua, pleading, "Don't tell him! I beg you. We will be dead."
"Come on! Or grab you and sell it." Ma Daochang threatened impatiently.
Zhang Huahua pointed to the horse's long legs, and his eyes deliberately stared at a pillar behind the horse's long road.Ma Daochang felt that the back of the ridge was cold. It seemed that there was a cold, chilly wind blowing from the back, and it seemed to fall into the ice hole. Ma Daochang will not do a little bit of surgery, but the road is also the level of deceiving people in the village. I didn’t open my eyes, and I didn’t have a natural yin and yang eyes. Where can I see the traces of the Golden Tigers?
Ma Daochang quickly turned around and saw that naturally there was nothing. But Ma Daochang can't let others know that he can't see ghosts, even if he is just a little boy.
Although Zhang Huahua was just seven years old, she was also very clever. She turned around and walked away from the door. Sunguchi basted on the beans and the corn (corn) sticks, and Zhang called the flowers to grab the Baogu sticks and threw them on the horse.
"Kill your personal trafficker! Dead liar!"
The five little devils are not afraid of the sun.
Followed by Zhang Huanhua and picked up the Baogu stick and went to the horse.
A Baogu is almost three or four heavy. The child in the countryside is throwing stones in the mountains every day. The strength of the seven-year-old fart boy is not to be underestimated. Together with the five little devils, the Baogu stick that flew on that day was like the big hail. The strength of the devil is even greater than the strength of Zhang Huahua. I can only hold a squirrel.
Although Ma Daochang is not high, people are not stupid. Naturally, it’s not only the one who attacked him. A few devils are also definitely involved.
Ma Daochang really has a little bit of a line. If he has enough time to prepare for it, draw a few characters, and then take out the instruments passed down by the ancestors, maybe there is not much problem with the five little devils.
Plus today I thought I could eat a big meal at Zhang Huahua's house, so when I came, my stomach was empty, and I was chased by a few ghosts and ran for a while. The food in my stomach was already consumed, and now I have a stomach. Hungry and shouting.
Zhang Huahua is okay, the five little ghosts are more experienced and more powerful. At the beginning, I threw the corn sticks with Zhang Shuhua, and immediately followed the poles and chased the horses. It seems that it is like a pole flying up, chasing the horses and playing long. Ma Daochang was thrown up from the stick he was just about to lift his hand, and he took a pole in his hand. The stick fell directly to the ground, and the bell on it creaked. If the horse can use the Tao to control these bells, the rounds will be able to hold these little devils, but the horses are not perfect, and they can't control the bells on the sticks. A string of instruments passed down by the ancestors turned into a display. UU reading www.uukanshu. Com
Ma Daochang lost his stick and wanted to pick something up from his body. The horse is wearing a robe and putting things in the sleeves. Usually, he is still very accommodating. In this crisis, he simply couldn’t come out. He slammed it hard, his sleeves were smashed, and the things inside fell out. It seems to be a book, a compass. The compass slammed on the ground and rolled a few laps on the ground before stopping.
In an instant, Ma Dao had another squat on his body, and then saw a hatchet and an axe flying from Zhang Huahua’s house. Ma Daochang was so scared that he almost lost his soul. Where are the treasures that fall on the ground? Pull out the leg and run outside the door.Although the five little devils such as Jinhu fled after seeing the horse, they did not chase the yard.
One person and five little devils also burst out all the energy. At this time, when the strong enemy left, they all sat on the threshold and gasped.
"Oops!" Panting, Zhang Shuhua looked at the Baogu stick in a place and immediately stunned. I quickly ran over and smashed the grain of the valley.
"Call flowers, we help you!" Jin Hu also took a few small partners forward.
There was a weird phenomenon in the yard immediately. The bowl of the bowl filled the yard and flew into the bamboo mat on the sun ping.
The horse was long and panted and ran out, and was seen by the villagers.
"Ma Daochang, how is this done?" Liu Qianwang, who opened the tractor in Meizi, was also a personal thing in Meizi, and he looked at the wolf-long horse.
"Unlucky to see the top! Zhang Youping's several devils have become devils. Today, if the Taoist ran fast, almost folded in their home." Ma Daochang still has a lingering fear.
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