"pet?"
Zhang Bo and the other three said in unison.
"Third brother, what kind of pet is it?"
Zhao Luzheng raised his hand to ask questions with great interest.
However, before Xiao Xiao could answer, Zhuge Yun spoke first, with a hint of contempt in the corners of his slightly curled lips, "Stupid, didn't you hear what Little Man's Gypsophila screamed just now?"
"Little Fox."
"So, the third child's pet is either a fox or a creature that looks like a fox."
Zhuge Yun turned to Xiao Xiao with a proud look on his face and asked for confirmation: "Is that right, third child?"
"right."
Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows and nodded with a smile, "Smart."
"That's it, don't look at who I am? My IQ is-"
The rest of the words were interrupted by Zhang Bo, who looked disgusted, "Okay, okay, no one wants to hear your glorious history now."
"Lao San, what exactly is your pet?"
Zhang Bo was extremely curious, but he couldn't see it. What a shame!
"monster."
Xiao Xiao seemed to throw a bomb casually.
"monster?!"
Zhang Bo, the three of them and others who had been listening with their ears pricked up all shouted in unison.
…
"real or fake?"
Zhuge Yun's face was a little distorted.
Xiao Xiao shrugged and smiled without saying a word.
The room fell into silence for a moment.
…
Although monsters are very bluffing, when you can't see them, all your senses are compromised.
Everyone found it incredible that the legendary monster actually existed.
The look in Xiao Xiao's eyes was a bit strange.
Xiao Xiao was a little curious, "Don't you all believe in the patron saint?"
So isn’t it easy to believe that there are monsters in the world?
"How is that the same?"
Zhuge Yun retorted subconsciously.
"What's the difference?"
Aren’t they all abnormal creatures?
Zhuge Yu opened his mouth to refute, but suddenly found that he didn't know what to say.
Their first reaction to patron saints and monsters is: they are different.
Why is it different?
Because...one is a patron saint and the other is a monster!
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Zhang Bo and Zhao Luzheng also looked confused.
Like Zhuge Yun, they didn't think much about it. They intuitively understood that patron saints and monsters were completely different.
Because, "The patron saint is a god and is good."
Zhao Luzheng expressed his thoughts with some stumbling, "And don't the legendary monsters eat people?"
"And sucking human male essence."
Zhang Bo interjected.
"Besides, aren't gods the product of human belief? It always feels closer to reality."
"Monsters and such, I always feel like they are the imagination of the ancients."
"It is a product of fantasy that only exists among spirits and monsters."
Zhao Luzheng spoke slowly and looked at Xiao Xiao with uncertainty and confusion.
…
"Yes, yes."
Zhuge Yun nodded in agreement, "After all, there are so many temples, ancestral halls, churches, etc. in the world. It is possible that gods really appear."
"Isn't it always written like this? Because of the people's devout faith, all the gods appeared."
"But monsters are different."
"I always feel that the appearance of monsters is more unrealistic."
…
Unsurprisingly, the average person is more accepting of gods than monsters.
Therefore, Master Jiang said before that Zhu Jian was the patron saint of Little Gypsophila.
This saves a lot of unnecessary effort.
…
Regarding Zhao Luzheng's statement, Xiao Xiao did not object or argue. He just smiled gently and said, "Whatever you think is fine."
It's not an arithmetic problem with a clear answer. Since they don't accept the setting of monsters, it's okay to think that Philip is his patron saint.
It's just an identity name.
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"Third brother, you are too casual."
Hearing this, Zhuge Yun couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Xiao Xiao shrugged and smiled a little innocently.
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"Master Jiang."
Seeing that the conversation over there had come to an end, Grandma Luo stepped forward and said, "It's getting late, let's go have lunch first."
"good."
Master Jiang nodded.
But in just one morning, he seemed to have experienced a lot, and he was indeed a little hungry.
"Little friend Xiao Xiao, let's go eat first."
"good."
Xiao Xiao raised his wrist slightly and glanced at it. It was almost a quarter past twelve.
…
After thinking for a while, Master Jiang spoke again.
"Little friend Xiao Xiao, I wonder if you are free this afternoon?"
"Let's sit down somewhere and talk?"
"good."
Xiao Xiao thought it was a bit of a coincidence. He happened to have similar thoughts in his mind. He originally thought about asking Mr. Jiang at the dinner table later if he could have time to sit with him for a while. He had some questions he wanted to ask.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang proposed this proposal first, so he naturally agreed.
…
The sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest thing.
When Grandma Luo mentioned the lunch issue, it seemed that the weird atmosphere caused by the patron saint and monsters among everyone disappeared.
Everyone felt like they were back in real life.
…
Uncle Man made a reservation at the restaurant yesterday.
Originally, Grandma Luo wanted to entertain the master at home, but Uncle Man stopped her.
Not to mention that it was tiring for Grandma Luo to prepare food for so many people, and she didn’t have enough time.
Wouldn’t Grandma Luo be by Little Man’s Gypsophila’s side at such an important time?
Naturally impossible.
How can the elderly feel relieved?
How can I cook in the kitchen with peace of mind?
With all these reasons listed, Grandma Luo no longer insisted on entertaining everyone at home.
….
Today, Grandma Luo had to be thankful that Uncle Man gave up her plan to cook at home.
No one expected that the master would let them come to Uncle Man's house again.
But yes, all judgments focus on the crime scene. Since Aunt Tang encountered strange things at home, isn't it natural to go to the other party's home to check?
It's a pity that those dishes will be prepared in vain.
fortunately.
Grandma Luo was happy that her dishes were saved from going to waste.
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Everyone filed out with Master Jiang as the leader, and Xiao Xiao was beside Master Jiang.
As for Aunt Tang, who had been standing stiffly in the corner of the room, no one looked at her.
Aunt Tang finally raised her head slowly and looked at the empty room with an expressionless face. She could faintly hear footsteps and conversations coming from the stairwell outside.
But her pale, almost transparent face revealed the fact that she was not indifferent.
Her eyes fluctuated violently, and even if she gritted her teeth and tried to suppress it, she couldn't stop the surge of negative emotions in her eyes.
Fear, panic, confusion, hysteria, and even faint despair.
...
She knew that they had not and would not forget what she had done, and that everything now was just a temporary peace.
What was waiting for her later...Aunt Tang suddenly didn't dare to think about it.
The worst outcome is obviously divorce.
But this was the outcome she feared most.
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