Mr. Huo slapped his grandson directly on the back of the head.
"Kid, please kneel down, your great-great-grandfather and the others are the guardians of the Huo family's tomb!"
Huo Sichen: "..."
The baby is wronged!
The baby doesn’t know!
Baby Huo Sichen was slapped by his own grandfather, and he didn't dare to say anything.
But Huo Sichen still wanted to talk.
He looked around, then lowered his voice and asked Huo Sijue, the second brother on his right.
"Second brother, when we came to worship our ancestors before, there didn't seem to be any tomb-keepers, right?"
Huo Sijue couldn't help laughing.
"Zai Zai didn't come to our house at that time."
Huo Sichen: "..."
Fine!
understood! It’s all because of my baby little sister Zaizai!
He is really their little lucky star!
The ancestors of the Huo family were talking to Mr. Huo.
After hearing Si Chen's words, he silently raised his head and looked at the sky.
After a while, he asked Mr. Huo.
"Are you sure that's the Huo family bloodline?"
Mr. Huo thought carefully and directly pulled out Huo Chenyun, the third child who was kneeling behind him.
"If you don't follow your father, you will follow your uncle!"
Huo Chenyun, whose innocence was affected: "..."
The ancestor of the Huo family looked at Huo Chenyun, then silently looked up at the sky again.
Then he lowered his eyes and told Mr. Huo.
"In the future, please pay more attention to the bloodline of the Huo family! You are not very smart to begin with! Leave it outside for ten or twenty years and then come back... Fortunately, your three views are not distorted! Otherwise... when you come down, I will beat you with the sole of my shoe!"
Mr. Huo: "...Hey!"
Ancestor!
The juniors are all here!
Can't you save some face for him?
He doesn't mind if I yell at him or make a move at night!
Huo Chenhui's head hung lower.
Huo Chenling pursed her thin lips tightly.
Huo Chenyun coughed, his expression on the verge of losing control.
Ji Yuanxiu looked at his nose and heart with his eyes, but his eyes were big and sparkling.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Huo Sichen is more outgoing.
He bared his teeth and almost laughed out loud.
Huo Silin, Huo Sijin, Huo Sijue, Lu Huai, and Jiang Siheng tried their best to block him from behind, so that he would not be hit in the back of his head by his grandfather again.
The ancestor of the Huo family quickly returned to the coffin.
The Huo family continued to kneel and worship.
Burn the paper money and set off firecrackers.
Zaizai has been waiting in the distance.
Waiting and waiting, Zaizai suddenly looked towards the woods about a hundred meters away.
The little guy took a look at his dad and the others. It was estimated that it would take some time, so he simply spoke to Jiang Siheng consciously, then bent down, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and staggered towards the woods in the distance.
As if sensing someone approaching, the black shadow in the woods quickly retreated.
Zaizai ran faster.
After stopping the man, Zaizai raised his little head and crossed his fat waist to question the man in front of him.
"Uncle Zhikun, why are you here?"
Huo Zhikun didn't expect Ming Zaizai to be so sharp, but there was a good reason.
"Why are you here? Your family is allowed to come to visit the grave on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but not ours?"
Zaizai blinked.
"OK!"
Huo Zhikun: "So, little brat, why are you chasing me?"
Zaizai pointed to a pile of firewood and a tin bucket more than twenty meters away from them.
"I would like to ask Uncle Zhikun, are you bringing those to visit your family's grave?"
Huo Zhikun: "..."
grass!
He put those things so far away, and there were trees blocking them. How did Ming Zaizai find out?
He specifically avoided that side when he ran.
"I can take whatever I want to the grave with me. Do you care?"
After saying that, Huo Zhikun looked Zaizai up and down again and became sarcastic.
"Ming Zaizai, right? No wonder your surname is Ming. I won't even let you visit the Huo family's ancestral graves. I don't regard you as a Huo family member at all!"
Zaizai's eyes gradually became colder.
"My surname must be Ming!"
Huo Zhikun was happy.
"Baby, Ming... is Ming from Hades? That's the last name of a dead person!"
Zaizai's little voice also turned cold.
It became dark, gloomy, and indescribably weird and terrifying.
"But...I am originally...a dead person..."
Huo Zhikun was startled by Ming Zaizai's suddenly eerie voice.
"Fuck! You talk to me, little brat, or else... believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"
Zaizai hooked his fingers directly at him.
"Then you come and beat me!"
Huo Zhikun: "..."
Zaizai looked back at him with contempt.
Come back with sarcasm.
"coward!"
Huo Zhikun: "..."
Huo Zhikun blinked.
"Ming Zaizai, you came here alone, do your family members know?"
Zaizai rolled his big eyes and shook his head.
"I do not know."
Huo Zhikun: "Really?"
Zaizai nodded.
"Really! My grandparents are setting off firecrackers to worship their ancestors. The sound is very loud and there is still ash. As long as I go back quickly, they won't know that I have left."
Huo Zhikun laughed maliciously.
"That's awesome!"
Zaizai tilted his head and looked at him doubtfully.
"Why?"
Huo Zhikun reached out directly, intending to grab the little tug on Ming Zaizai's head and beat him violently.
Then according to the plan, a fire was set on the ancestral grave of the Horn family!
As a result, Zaizai couldn't catch him, so he tripped over something under his feet.
It fell to the snow with a thud.
Zaizai is not polite either.
People fell directly in front of her. The aura around her was so bad, she must be trying to do bad things.
So before Huo Zhikun could say anything, Zaizai bent down and covered his mouth.
Think about it.
I feel that Uncle Zhikun has bad ideas.
There are too many bad things in my head.
Then just hit the head specifically.
So Zaizai sat down in the snow, grabbed Huo Zhikun's hair, and concentrated on hitting Huo Zhikun on the head with his small fist.
He didn't use any inhuman strength, just the strength of an ordinary four-year-old baby.
"boom!"
"Well!"
"boom!"
"Well!"
…
When Huo Chenling came over with his three sons, he only saw his precious daughter's fluffy little head resting on the snow.
Huo Chenling, father and son, said: "..."
What's going on?
Something ghost is coming?
The four father and son hurriedly ran over.
"Zai Zai!"
The little head in the snow slowly turned around.
The little guy didn't forget to continue beating his head.
"Dad, why are you here?"
Only then did Huo Chenling and his son see someone on the ground next to Zaizai.
But no one recognized who the person on the ground was.
After all, it was hard to identify who it was with his bruised and swollen face...
Huo Chenling hurriedly picked up Zaizai.
Huo Sijin had already recognized the person who had been beaten unconscious in the snow.
"Dad, this is Uncle Zhikun."
Huo Sijue laughed.
"Oh, it's him, so it's not surprising!"
Huo Sichen applauded Zaizai directly.
"Zai Zai beats well, Zai Zai beats wonderfully, Zai Zai croaks!"
Zaizai chuckled.
"Zai Zai also thinks Zai Zai's beating is pretty good! He won't die, but it will be extremely painful! He fainted and woke up several times!"
Huo Chenling's mouth twitched.
Huo Sijin helped Huo Zhikun up, while Huo Sijue looked around.
Zaizai suddenly remembered the iron barrels and firewood in the distance.
"Second brother, there is something over there."
Huo Sichen immediately ran over there.
"Dad, let me go take a look."
Huo Sijue followed closely behind.
After arriving, Huo Sichen kicked the bucket with his foot.
"Second brother, what's in this?"
Huo Sijue's face darkened as he smelled the smell.
"gasoline."
Huo Sichen: "..."
gasoline!
Dry firewood!
do what?
After all, Huo Sichen was naive and confused.
"What does Uncle Zhikun want to do?"
Huo Sijue narrowed his eyes.
"Go over and wake him up, just ask!"
