Shocking news: The fifth-milk baby rides a ferocious beast and blows up the palace of Zha Daddy.

The little bird stood on the window, watching the figure of his ancestor busy in the kitchen, and was filled with emotion.

Since the birth of several little masters.

My ancestors have really changed.

She is willing to be a housewife in the mortal world, serving a few little masters every day, eating, drinking and having sex, and she never gets tired of it.

You can tell by looking at the dishes she studies every day, just to give the few little masters one more bite to eat.

At this time, the strong aroma of rice wafted from the kitchen, which made people salivate.

The little bird swallowed.

I kept praying in my heart that the little masters would come back soon so that they could eat the delicacies of their ancestors.

"Xiaofeng, stop looking and go to the entrance of the village to see if they are back?"

Huo Bingbing scooped up the fried vegetables and put them on a small plate. She looked up and saw the little bird standing on the window with a happy smile on her beautiful face.

In the past, we only knew how to make humans out of mud.

I don’t know the joy of raising a baby.

Now I finally experience this joy.

Although many times I was so angry that my head was smoking.

But, most of the time it’s bliss.

Especially, when she was held by five little ones, and when Naomi was acting like a baby and calling her "mother" for hugs, my heart melted and I wanted to give them my heart.

"Okay, I'll go right away." The bird flapped its wings and flew away impatiently.

Several young masters sent the girl back to the town. After counting the time, it was time to come back.

Sure enough, as soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, they saw a carriage approaching from a distance.

Huo Zhong's little head stretched out from the window and kept looking around.

The little bird was very excited when he saw it. He immediately flapped his wings and flew over, screaming...

"Little master, little master, our ancestors have cooked the rice and are waiting for you to go home and eat it."

There is only a narrow path into the Villain.

On the left are towering mountains.

On the right is a bottomless cliff.

The coachman was an old man. He was sitting in front with a riding whip and was concentrating on driving the carriage.

Suddenly, a colorful bird appeared above the head, sputtering a lot of human words. I was shocked. I have lived for decades, and I have never seen a bird speak human words. words.

Just as he was distracted for a moment, something happened and he drove the carriage off the cliff...

"Ahhh...!"

this mutation.

The little birds were so scared that they peed.

He immediately flapped his wings and flew back to the Valley of the Wicked, shouting...

"Ancestor, help, help, the little master is in danger, he has fallen off the cliff, help, help!"

Suddenly, the entire Villain Village echoed with its cry for help.

When the villains heard this, they all ran out of the house with extremely happy expressions...

"Great, these little devils finally got their comeuppance, hahaha."

"We are finally out of the sea of ​​misery and no longer have to be bullied by them, hahahaha!"

"No, I've really had enough of them in the past few years. Today is a good day for everyone to celebrate. We have to have a few drinks to celebrate."

"Yes, yes, we must celebrate."

"Come on, I'm treating you all to my house today to eat old hens."

Zhang Daniu curled his lips in disgust: "Why are you eating old hens? I want to eat human flesh."

"It's getting late now. Where can I find human flesh for you? I'll just make do with it tonight. In a few days, I'll go out and catch a man and bring him back. I'll steam, stew, and stew him. You can eat whatever you like."

"Okay, it's rare that a few little devils die, and chicken is chicken."

The villains all went to celebrate together.

The cliff is half empty.

The carriage was still swishing down.

Several little guys sitting in the carriage were so frightened that they thought they would definitely die this time.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the air...

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Let grandpa drive the carriage. You'll be fine. You'll be back soon."

"It's my mother."

Several little guys cried with joy.

Ever since she became sensible, my mother had never lied to them. As long as she said it was okay, they would definitely be fine.

Huo Dong breathed a sigh of relief and was finally not so scared.

He said to the old man driving the carriage: "Grandpa, don't be afraid. Mother said nothing will happen to us. Just drive the carriage as usual."

"Yeah yeah!"

The old coachman was so frightened that he could hardly hold the riding crop in his hand. He felt sad in his heart. His grandson was just one month old, and he was waiting for him to go back to hold a full-moon party. Unexpectedly, he died like this, woo woo!

"You...you...you little kids are so naive. The carriage has fallen off the cliff, how can you still drive the carriage?"

It's just nonsense.

The carriage fell off a cliff and lost its balance. How could it continue to drive?

Alas, a baby is a baby.

No common sense at all.

Huo Dong's expression was very serious: "Grandpa, just trust us once. Maybe the carriage can really drive back to the cliff."

"That's right, that's called putting yourself to death and living later."

"You're going to die anyway, grandpa, just give it a try."

Several little guys tried to persuade me.

The old coachman was frightened when he heard the whistling wind in his ears.

I thought that if I fell off the cliff after a while, I would definitely be shattered into pieces and my body would be left intact.

Several little guys said in unison: "Grandpa, we don't want to die."

The coachman looked at their innocent little faces and couldn't help crying.

He doesn’t want to die either!

He hasn't given his grandson a full moon drink yet, so changing his name and adding a family tree is simply a regret in his life.

"Okay, I...I'll give it a try."

That's it.

You're going to die anyway.

Just be stupid once.

He tightened the reins in his hands, whipped the horse's butt hard with the riding crop, and shouted...

"drive…!"

"Fizz!"

Miraculously, the horse that had been falling down suddenly seemed to be alive. It neighed, raised its head, and started running in mid-air over the cliff.

The groom was stunned for a moment, thinking he was hallucinating. He stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and then looked around carefully...

That's right, the horse really ran up in the air and didn't fall down again.

He cried with joy, whipped the horse's butt hard with the whip, and shouted "Drive" again.

Several little guys shouted: "Grandpa, rush up, rush up."

"Yes, mother is still waiting for us up there."

They are now in mid-air on a cliff, unable to go up or down.

The carriage must be driven back to the cliff before we can return to the Villain.

The old coachman seemed to be dreaming, his heart was excited and his hands were trembling: "Yes, yes, yes, hurry up, hurry up."