Villain [Rebirth]

Finding Song Qi was not very difficult.

Jiang Cifeng just went straight to Song Qi's courtyard and asked the girl to inform him, while he went to wait in the flower hall.

But what he was waiting for was actually Song Qi's mother.

Jiang Cifeng is very good at dealing with elders. All the elders spoke highly of him in the past, so he thought that this sudden meeting would not be a problem.

However, he soon realized that the elder in front of him was very different from the elders he had seen before.

His attitude, sitting posture, and the way he looks at him are all different.

Xia Mian rested one hand on the table of the Little Eight Immortals, propped her chin, tilted her head, and stared at the little villain of the Jiang family who fascinated her son so much that she didn't even think about eating or drinking.

She didn't respond to his greetings, but just looked at him meaningfully.

In this short period of half a stick of incense, Jiang Cifeng was at a loss, his only gain was to find that Song Qi's mother was very pretty.

His own mother was also good-looking, but not like Aestivation.

Xia Mian's every move, every look, is the kind of good-looking that must make people find her good-looking.

There are very few women who can make a six-year-old child find such beauty, and the world generally calls this kind of woman a witch.

Such a discovery made Jiang Cifeng feel even more uncomfortable.

Xia Mian spoke in time: "Why did you come to see Song Qi?"

Which elder would ask a six-year-old child what to do with his child?Of course I want to play with him, what else can I do?

But Jiang Cifeng's intuition as a cub of the Jiang family made him feel that he shouldn't answer this woman like that.

He lied aimlessly: "I want to discuss with Song Qi about the advantages and disadvantages of several formations."

That's right, a man from the Jiang family should be so serious.

He tried to sound mature as he answered the question.

It was this kind of forced mature expression and answer that made Xia Mian not tense, covered her mouth and laughed so that her flowers were trembling.

Xia Mian managed to hold back her laughter, and smiled at the little boy from the Jiang family in front of her: "You buried my son's flying dragon in a flower pot, is it to make the dragon hibernate, or to hide it so that your father won't see it?"

Jiang Cifeng was stunned.

This woman sees it all!

Xia Mian was once again amused by the kid's expression: "Looks like I guessed right, you hate those flying dragons, so why did you wipe them clean with your sleeve?"

Jiang Cifeng had ten thousand excuses in his mind, but was quickly defeated by Xia Mian's see-through eyes, and confessed in a low voice: "Song Qi asked me to accompany him to the yard to clean the flying dragon, my father will see it."

Xia Mian raised her eyebrows and asked, "So?"

Is there even a need to ask?Jiang Cifeng looked at her dejectedly: "I only have two choices, either quickly clean up those flying dragons, or knock your son unconscious."

"Pfft..." Xia Mian inexplicably began to understand why his son was fascinated by this little villain in front of him.

Jiang Cifeng waited hopelessly for this strange aunt to finish laughing, and asked seriously: "Can I see him?"

Xia Mian immediately sat up straight and had to start fighting for her son.

"I'm afraid not." She showed an apologetic expression: "Ah Qi is still very sad, and I'm afraid he will cry again when he sees you. Maybe in a few days, you can come back and see if he is better."

It's time for you to turn around and think about my son.

Jiang Cifeng returned without success.

He thought that after such a long time, the little fatty of the Song family had forgotten all the unpleasant things, but he didn't expect that things were more serious than he imagined.

Didn't the Uncle Song family explain the misunderstanding for him?

This made him eager to explain it himself, but he didn't want to see Song Qi's mother again, that woman seemed to be able to see through everything.

Then how can he meet the little fatty of the Song family?

Squat in Song Qi's yard and wait for a rabbit?That's very disrespectful.

Jiang Cifeng decided to go play with Song Qi's cousin every day.

Even if Song Qi is still angry with him, he will definitely find other playmates. The two cousins ​​are Song Qi's first choice.

How could a five-year-old escape from the grasp of a six-year-old brother?

Sure enough, the next day, the little fatty of the Song family came to the back garden to play with his cousins.

Brother Datang is still pretending to be a little demon, fighting against gentlemen from the south.

Hearing the sound of pattering footsteps, Jiang Cifeng turned his wrist, pressed down the arm of the lobby brother, and said "wait a moment" in a low voice.

Turning around, a pair of Ruifeng eyes looked straight at the little fat man, Jiang Cifeng raised the corners of his lips, and his voice was full of pride: "Long time no see, Song Qi."

It was only a little bit short, and Song Qi threw away his helmet and armor.

But he quickly thought of a whole box of crying little flying dragons, and Jiang's disgust and ridicule.

Since he hates him so much, why can Jiang look at him like this with eyes hidden in stars?

Why can you still smile so charmingly?It's as if nothing happened.

Maybe what mother said is right - "The kid named Jiang doesn't like to play with you at all, he just treats you politely, and they are all like that in the Jiang family."

Song Qi immediately lowered his head to look at his round belly.

He can't look into Jiang's eyes, it will make him lose his spine.

"Still angry?" Jiang Cifeng took the initiative to step forward, lowered his head to see the expression of the little fat man of the Song family, and said softly, "There was some misunderstanding in the previous incident, did your father tell you that our ancestors of the Jiang family..."

"Second brother!" Song Qi was about to be overwhelmed by the gentle voice of the southern gentleman, and hurriedly turned and ran towards his cousin: "Let's play slingshot, shall we?"

The second brother said, "I didn't bring a slingshot today."

Jiang Cifeng, whose plan was disrupted, hurriedly stopped him: "I didn't either..."

"I'll lend it to you!" Song Qi didn't give Jiang a chance to speak, turned around and asked the book boy for a slingshot, and handed it to the second brother, "Let's play the turntable."

"The last game is not over yet." Jiang Cifeng hastily reminded Song Qi: "I can..."

Song Qi raised his face and glared at him.

Jiang Cifeng immediately swallowed "I can take you home" and changed it to: "I can challenge the Great Demon King."

"I just want to play with the slingshot!" Song Qi said firmly.

Jiang Cifeng was stunned by the little fat man who had one idea for a while, so he looked helpless. After thinking about it, he could only give in: "Then let's play with the slingshot first."

"Can you play!" Song Qi said provocative words to the southern gentleman for the first time.

Jiang Cifeng was amused by this question. He licked his thin lips with the tip of his tongue, and looked at the little fatty of the Song family with a smirk: "If I lose the slingshot, I can pretend to be a bride for everyone present ten times."

Song Qi gasped and turned his face away from the little bun.

what to do?Jiang's eyes are still so pretty!

"You may not be used to the way we play here." Brother Datang kindly reminded the Jiang family boy not to be arrogant.

Jiang Cifeng raised his chin and pursed his lips into a smile, and made a gesture of invitation to him.

Longyinshan's slingshot is really unusual. It's not hitting fruit or flying birds, but aiming at the red fan-shaped area on a special turntable.

The turntable is rotated by the opponent. After letting go, the opponent counts one, two, three and must shoot stone bullets.

The turntable is made of a special kind of cork, and the flying stone bullets can usually fall directly into the cork, but if the opponent turns the turntable with great strength, there is a chance that the stone bullets will bounce off.

Jiang Cifeng was very surprised after hearing the rules, this game is indeed too weird.

When the turntable was turned, the red sector turned out to be a double image, how to aim?

"Have you never played this kind of game before?" The second brother gloated and smiled at the arrogant boy in the south.

Jiang Cifeng was quite calm, and turned his head to ask him, "Can I try two first?"

"Two is enough?" The eldest brother also has good intentions, planning to see Jiang Cifeng make a fool of himself.

He pretended to be a little demon for the past two days, and was beaten by Jiang Cifeng to the point of embarrassing Long Yinshan. The key is that this kid is two years younger than him, so he is too unwilling!

Jiang Cifeng stopped trying to be brave: "If you don't mind, I can try twenty of them first."

"No!" Song Qi stingily refused: "Just give Jiang a try!"

The two cousins ​​were stunned, they didn't expect Song Qi to reject Jiang Cifeng's request.

What's the matter with this little fat man?A few days ago, I wanted to go to heaven to pick the stars to this southern boy, but today I am out of my mind?

Jiang Cifeng was not annoyed, took the slingshot, and nodded to the bookboy next to the turntable.

The book boy turned the turntable vigorously immediately.

The cousins ​​and Song Qi immediately counted in unison: "One, two, three!"

Before Jiang Cifeng could find the fan-shaped area, he shot the stone.

There was a sound of "boom", and the children held their breath, waiting for the turntable to stop slowly.

The stone actually hit the center of the turntable!

The center is the starting point of the red fan-shaped area, so it can also touch a part of the fan-shaped area.

Amazing!Song Qi couldn't hide the stars in his eyes.

"It doesn't count." The cousin looked at the southern boy: "You have to play the outer circle of the turntable."

"Yes! It doesn't count!" Song Qi pursed his lips firmly.

"Where is the outer circle?" Jiang Cifeng asked.

The cousin ran over and gestured for a range.

The confidence on Jiang Cifeng's face gradually disappeared.

How could this hit?The peripheral turns too fast, it can only be done by luck.

The two cousins ​​looked at each other and smiled, ready to see the southern boy make a fool of himself.

The second trial started.

The book boy turned the turntable, and the children began to count: "One, two, three!"

Jiang Cifeng didn't shoot any stones, and kept aiming, staring at the turntable with rapt attention.

"If you are slow, you will fail!" Song Qi jumped forward, flaunting his power: "Is Jiang ready to pretend to be a bride!"

Jiang Cifeng didn't shoot the stone, put down the slingshot, lowered his eyes and smiled: "You want me to pretend to be your bride so much?"

Song Qi injured eight hundred enemies and one hundred thousand himself, and immediately blushed and ran away.

Don't talk to Jiang Mou again!

Jiang Cifeng turned his head and found that the little fat man had slipped away, and yelled loudly at his back: "If I win, the game will end and the last game will continue."

Seeing the little master running towards him suddenly, the book boy subconsciously thought that Song Qi must be hungry, so he hurriedly took out pancakes wrapped with garlic from his carry-on bag and handed them to Song Qi.

It took Song Qi a long time to recover from his bewilderment, and he walked back foolishly, only to find that he was holding wrapped pancakes in his hand.

But he is not in the mood to eat pancakes now, he looked up and glanced around, walked up to the elder brother and raised his hand: "Brother, do you want to eat?"

Jiang Cifeng, who was waiting for the little fatty of the Song family to present dark dishes, was struck with thunder!Almost broke the slingshot in his hand.