Villain [Rebirth]

How could this little fat man give the pancakes to the elder brother?

He, the excellent elder brother of the Jiang family who is about to defeat the Great Demon King and bring back his bride, is still standing here, can't the little fatty of the Song family see it?

Jiang Cifeng's whole cub froze, staring at Song Qi and his eldest brother with half-open mouth, and quickly came up with an optimistic guess: because the eldest brother is relatively close to the little fat man, the little fat man is inconvenient to pass over the big brother to get the pancakes out of consideration for his brother's face. give it to him.

"I'm not hungry." The eldest brother rejected Song Qi's kindness.

Jiang Cifeng immediately stood up straight, switched the slingshot from his right hand to his left, and was ready to accept the gift from the little fat man of the Song family.

However, Song Qi passed the gentleman in the south and handed the cake to the second brother: "Second brother, do you want to eat?"

Jiang Cifeng's whole cub was stunned.

Are other fat people so half-hearted?

It's only been a few days, isn't he already "a distinguished guest from afar"?

"I'm not too hungry." The second brother looked at the beef pancakes with a disgusted expression. He didn't like his little cousin's habit of seasoning them with garlic.

It must be my turn this time, right?Jiang Cifeng lowered his head and collected his mind, preparing to express his dissatisfaction with being the last choice of the little fat man with a serious expression.

However, Song Qi turned her shoulders to her second brother and acted like a baby: "Help me eat one!"

Jiang Cifeng was completely stunned, and almost heard the sound of something beating breaking in his chest.

Song Qike had never acted so cute to him before.

The second brother had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the pancake, pulled out the garlic inside and threw it aside, and asked Song Qi reluctantly, "Where's the sauce?"

The slingshot in Jiang Cifeng's hand rattled as it was squeezed.

Sauce?He has acted like a baby with you, yet you are still so picky?

Throwing away the garlic?

Garlic is the point, okay?

If you don't challenge with garlic, you are not a man at all.

Jiang Cifeng felt that the second brother was definitely showing off, and he was acting good when he got a bargain.

When you fight the demon king for a while, you just wait to die, second brother.

Jiang Cifeng locked on the target dangerously.

The second brother ate the crispy beef pancakes, "Okay, let's start, who will come first?"

The rule of the slingshot game is that whoever hits the red fan-shaped area first wins the game. Therefore, the person who plays first is considered to have an advantage, and everyone wants to shoot first.

If it were the past, Song Qi would definitely insist that the gentleman from the south come first, but this time he didn't say anything.

The eldest brother suggested: "Let's sort them out according to age."

"Wait a minute," Jiang Cifeng immediately protested to the treacherous elder brother, emphasizing his tone: "Brother——brother, let's guess the fist first, or it will be unfair to Song Qi."

The elder brother who had been exposed blushed and nodded in agreement with the proposal.

However, the eldest brother was lucky, and got the first spot for boxing guessing, followed by the second brother, and finally Jiang Cifeng and Song Qi were left for boxing guessing.

What luck.

Song Qi raised his head angrily and raised his chubby hand, ready to guess punches.

"You go first." Jiang Cifeng abstained.

Song Qi's little bun was stunned.

Oops!Why is the gentleman in the south becoming more and more personable?

Fake!Fake!He was just being polite to me!

The eldest brother and the second brother were at a loss.

Usually, my fat younger brother is always on top of the Jiang family boy, why does everything seem to be reversed today?

Start the slingshot competition.

While the eldest brother was playing, the second brother went to turn the turntable.

One, two, three, shot, the stone missed the red fan-shaped area.

When the second brother came on stage, Jiang Cifeng took the initiative to retaliate... Oh no, offered to help, turn the dial.

He turned with all his strength, and the second brother shot one, two, three, and the stone was bounced away by the turntable...

"You turn too hard!" The second brother glared at the Jiang family boy unwillingly.

Jiang Cifeng pursed his lips and smiled: "Brother just finished eating pancakes, is this strength?"

The second brother is ashamed of that cake, he is ashamed!

It was Song Qi's turn to play, and the eldest brother turned the dial for him.

Fatty pulled up the rubber band with all his strength, and the little bun had a very serious face.

But when Jiang Cifeng saw his hand holding and the angle of his gaze, he knew that he would miss the hit, even if the turntable didn't turn, it might still be blindfolded.

Song Qi lived up to expectations and missed.

Jiang Cifeng breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that the children of Longyin Mountain were used to this kind of gameplay and they were all masters. It turned out that everyone relied on luck.

But he just realized a style of play that might work, but it's a pity that he can't try it a few more times.

When it was his turn to play, Song Qi and the second brother both wanted to turn the wheel for the gentleman in the south with a heart of revenge.

Jiang Cifeng grabbed the little fat man by the back of his neck and carried him to his side: "Let your second brother go, you are too weak."

He actually said that he was weak!

Southern gentlemen really despised him!

Song Qi was very angry, and provocatively said: "Jiang must miss the shot!"

Jiang Cifeng had already settled his posture, his Ruifeng eyes narrowed slightly to stare at the turntable, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you for your encouragement."

Song Qi was speechless. From the beginning to the end, Jiang took all his attacks as ordered. A fight without a counterattack would soon make him lose his will to fight.

The second elder brother turned the turntable with all his strength, and shouted to the Jiang family boy: "One, two, three!"

"Boom!" Jiang Cifeng shot out the stone.

The hearts of all the children stopped for a beat, and when they saw the stone plunge into the fast-rotating plank, they intersected with the red fan-shaped area for a moment.

Did you hit it?

The second brother was very worried that this kid would take the first victory, and he didn't even dare to reach out and stop the turntable.

The four children waited for the turntable to stop together, and the second brother who was closest was relieved.

The stone was inlaid on the half-inch wooden board next to the red fan area, very close, but it missed the red fan area after all.

"Just a little bit." The eldest brother turned to look at Jiang Cifeng: "You are very lucky."

Jiang Cifeng snorted and didn't refute.

Start the next round of competition.

Big Brother is closer to the target than last time.

The second brother's stone was once again blown away by the centrifugal force of the vengeful southern gentleman...

Song Qi was unlucky today, and there were big deviations both times.

It was Jiang Cifeng's turn again, and the second brother, stimulated by revenge, turned the turntable soaring.

In the middle of Jiang Cifeng's arms - the faster the turntable speed, the more times the red fan area turns to the apex before counting to three, the easier it is to grasp the frequency.

This game is not about accuracy at all, but about timing.

There was a muffled "boom".

Under the sunlight, the children all opened their mouths half-open and stared at the turntable without blinking.

The turntable stopped slowly.

"Oops!" The second brother angrily hammered the turntable!

Actually shot!

The eldest brother turned his head to look at the boy in the south with a look of surprise: "Have you practiced secretly before?"

"Even if I have practiced, I don't need to be sneaky, right?" Jiang Cifeng almost laughed angrily at the big brother who couldn't afford to lose.

"Jiang has really practiced!" Song Qi was not convinced!

"Twice." Jiang Cifeng turned to look at the little fat man: "You promised me to try it yourself."

Song Qi gasped!

So, the southern gentleman only played four times in total, and he played so accurately!

In the past, it took a long time for their brothers to decide the winner in several matches.

Suddenly, Song Qi's unwilling little bun's face became bewildered.

No wonder Jiang Mou disliked him——

He couldn't even hit the spot four times.

Jiang Cifeng put the slingshot back on the tray, asked the servant to quickly take it away, turned around and walked in front of Song Qi: "Okay, let's continue the game from last time, you go to the big demon king's house and wait for me."

Song Qi looked up at the southern gentleman with a lonely face.

Jiang Cifeng thought that the little fat man was the same as before, reluctant to part with him, so he leaned over and put his face in front of his eyes, and said in a low voice like a promise: "I will take you home immediately, immediately, you count to ten." Turning his head Glancing at the angry second brother, he turned around and smirked at the little fat man: "Forget it, save face for your second brother and count to eleven."

"You brat is really good at bragging!" The eldest brother laughed, "When you first came, you were just pretending to be courteous, right?"

"Be courteous?" Jiang Cifeng turned to look at him: "Do you know what our family motto is?"

"what?"

Jiang Cifeng smiled wryly: "Be the invincible first, and wait for the enemy to be victorious."

In the Jiang family's dictionary, polite, no concessions.

The bride will never give up to the big demon king, no matter how fat she is.

The six-and-a-half-year-old Jiang Cifeng naively thought that as long as he defeated the big demon king and brought back his bride, he would be able to become the hero in the heart of the little fat man of the Song family, and get the pancakes wrapped with garlic from the entire Longyin Villa.

However, Song Qi turned around and ran away suddenly.

"Aqi?" The eldest brother looked at his cousin's back in wonder, "What's going on with this kid today?"

Jiang Cifeng looked up at the sun, and asked in surprise, "Is it time for dinner?"

The little fatty of the Song family ran fast and looked very hungry.

"It's still early!" said the elder brother, "We used to lose more than a dozen rounds until noon, but today we lost two rounds and it's over."

"Then why..." Jiang Cifeng's eyes flashed panic.

Suddenly realized that Song Qi might not want to give him the chance to become a hero again.

Song Qi ran home in one breath, leaning against the door panel and gasping for breath!

Xia Mian, who was chatting with the maid, hurriedly stood up and went up to her: "What's the matter? Why are you running in such a hurry?"

"I want to become stronger!" Song Qi roared suddenly.

Xia Mian laughed until his stomach ached: "Hey little ancestor, who provoked you?"

Pick up the son and give him a smooth back.

Hearing his son talk about Jiang Cifeng's performance just now, Xia Mian immediately smiled mischievously, and muttered softly, "It's time to hang him out."

She told her son not to go to play with her brothers in the afternoon, but unexpectedly, the kid from the Jiang family came to him in the afternoon.

Xia Mian looked suspiciously at the prudish young boy of the Jiang family in front of him: "What are you wandering around the mountains, why don't you go back to eat?"

"Is it time for lunch?" Jiang Cifeng narrowed his eyes, implying that she would let herself eat.

"Hurry up." Xia Mian saw through the kid's mind at a glance, and deliberately played tricks: "You go down the mountain quickly, your father has to wait in a hurry."

"I'm hungry, Auntie." Jiang Cifeng gave up hinting, and just lied: "I can't walk anymore."

Xia Mian was so teased that she giggled, and for the first time in her life she was merciful: "Then stay and eat before leaving."

After Jiang Cifeng abandoned his dignity again, he finally saw the little fat man of the Song family again.

Xia Mian asked the servants to prepare a table of sumptuous meals, but Jiang Cifeng didn't feel like enjoying them at all, his eyes were fixed on the little fat man sitting beside him.

Song Qi looked down at the dinner plate with his little bun face down, and couldn't bear Jiang's gaze, so he turned his head and asked his mother in a low voice, "Mother, is there any rice grains on my face?"

He always suspects that the little southern gentleman is watching his joke.

"Of course not, idiot." Xia Mian smiled and pinched her son's chubby face.

When the dishes were all served, the servant brought a plate of mashed garlic to Song Qi as usual - the little master's favorite seasoning.

Then he turned his head and asked the children of the Jiang family: "My lord, do you need a plate of minced garlic?"

"No..." Jiang Cifeng was about to refuse, but suddenly thought of something, and immediately changed his words: "Not enough, give me five dishes."

Xia Mian and Song Qi Qi raised their heads to look at Jiang Cifeng.

Does this kid love minced garlic so much?

This is the same as Song Qi's preference.

Xia Mian watched helplessly as Jiang Cifeng poured a plate of minced garlic into the soup, then as if he had made up his mind, he picked up the spoon and poured it into his mouth in big gulps.

Jiang Cifeng's ears were red, as if he couldn't swallow, he clenched his fists and swallowed violently.

I even retched for a while, and then continued to eat garlic soup.

"Pfft..." Xia Mian understood everything in an instant.

She felt that it was time for her son to forgive the Jiang family child, so she suppressed a smile, leaned her head close to her son's ear, and said in a low voice, "Oh my God, which little elf is Jiang's kid playing his life for?"

It's a pity that Song Qi didn't understand this sentence when he was five years old, he only thought that gentlemen in the south love minced garlic.

Song Qi still firmly believes that Jiang Cifeng loves minced garlic, and even thinks that Jiang's family members may also love minced garlic.

After all, the group of disciples in front of him who watched him tease the eagle were all stunned at the moment, just like the little southern gentleman back then who had never seen the world.