Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Let him do these small things, don't bother the second senior brother.

However, although he is willing to do it, it doesn't mean he is willing to let the junior sister continue to find fault with these porcelains, so he raised his head and looked in the direction of the junior sister.

"Junior Sister, please pay attention to your words and deeds, this is not the Mingyue Sect, so you can't do anything recklessly!"

Are they Mingyue Sect shameless? It's enough to lose face in front of Mr. Min, so you can't lose face at Qing's house anymore, right?

She threw the teacup happily, but she must not forget that what she threw was Qingjia's teacup.

"Do you really think this is your own home? You still vent your anger on these porcelains, and don't see who you are here!" He said while lowering his head to pick up the fragments of the teacup.

And the little junior sister who heard his words suddenly turned her head and looked at him with grievances.

Why did Fifth Senior Brother speak of her like that? Did she do something wrong? It is obvious that those people look down on people, and the yard arranged for them is very different from the yard arranged for those little boys.

Isn't she still able to vent her dissatisfaction?

Feeling aggrieved in her heart, without even thinking about it, she stood up from the chair, walked towards Fifth Senior Brother, and kicked him in the face.

She doesn't care, if the fifth senior brother dares to murder her, he must be prepared to be retaliated by her.

But what she didn't expect was that before her kick could reach Fifth Senior Brother's face, she was blocked by a stiff leg. The next moment, her face quickly turned red.

"ah!"

The screams followed.

Everyone saw the little junior sister holding one foot with both hands and rubbing it desperately. Because one foot was unstable, she jumped back a few steps and sat down on the chair.

In front of Fifth Senior Brother's face, Second Senior Brother withdrew the scabbard that he had handed out, and looked coldly at Little Junior Sister whose forehead was sweating from pain.

The fifth senior brother also didn't react for a while, otherwise, how could he not be able to hide.

However, his eyes followed the second senior brother's sword. The second senior brother's sword is an iron sword. Although it doesn't weigh much in the second senior brother's hand, it actually weighs seventy catties for such a seemingly light sword. Woolen cloth.

"Why!"

He sighed heavily, and after tidying up the broken porcelain pieces, he got up and walked outside.

Senior Brother Nine and Senior Sister Jun sat at the other end, watching dramas. This little junior sister had more and more dramas, especially seeing her eating turtles, which really made them feel good physically and mentally.

The second senior brother and the fifth senior brother, how I spoiled my little junior sister in the past, I will bear it now.

They also know what the little junior sister thinks in their hearts, don't they just think that they are treated differently from Qian Yizheng and others when they treat them lightly.

But she didn't think about it, what is the identity of the family, and what is the identity of them?

Whether it is power or status, you are not as good as others, and you still want to be treated fairly, or even better, is it possible?

On the plane of the weak and the strong, if it is their Mingyue Sect, will they treat others weaker than themselves? It is a great gift to give others a bite, and they have to be grateful.

Why would it not work if they were the weak side?

"Junior sister, you can't do this. If you smash something in someone's house, you might have to pay for it." Brother Jiu said.

"maybe?"

The other junior sister blinked.