"Bai ziweng, stupid big guy, big rice bucket ..."
"Bai ziweng, stupid big guy, big rice bucket ..."
"Bai ziweng, stupid big guy, big rice bucket ..."
“……”
At the entrance of Zhang's iron shop, a group of children were jumping around and singing a nursery rhyme while pointing at the White ziweng who was sitting at the door in a daze. Some of them even threw rotten vegetable leaves at him.
Bai ziweng scratched his head and laughed.
"A bunch of little brats, get lost!"
At this moment, a burly woman rushed out with a broom in her hand. She looked very fierce.
The group of children who were laughing and scolding suddenly scattered in fear. As they ran, they scolded,""Zhang cuihua, female Yaksha, called Wawa ..."
"Little bastard, don't run ..."