Chapter 5393 Steamed Bun
Xiao Taotie thought it was Lord Xiao Xiao who was reluctant to give it this treasure.
It doesn't mean that this baby is with Lord Xiao Xiao.
No matter where the pen is, Lord Xiao Xiao is unwilling to give it...
It was useless if it found that pen.
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Although I don’t want to admit it, Xiao Taotie still has to admit this fact.
Tsk.
Xiao Taotie glanced at the corner of her mouth.
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"Because it is just a creation in human fantasy."
Xiao Xiao smiled.
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Ah?
Little Taotie was stunned.
Creation in human fantasy?
That pen doesn't exist?
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"Yes."
Xiao Xiao nodded slightly.
"At least we know it because of a mythological story called the magic pen Ma Liang."
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Mythical story...
A trace flashed across Xiao Taotie's face Puzzled.
What is that?
But...
A story...
Little Taotie grinned.
Don't many humans also think...
Does monsters exist in the story?
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"That's true."
Xiao Xiao smiled.
It's all a story...
Since the monster is real...
Who can guarantee the story of Ma Liang’s magical pen...
Is it just a fiction?
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Little Taotie is rarely revealed.
A long-standing memory emerged in its mind...
It's really a long and far away memory...
The yellowed paper gradually appeared in color...
That time...
It seems to be its first time Knowing that you are an existence in human stories...
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Xiao Taotie stuffed a big white flour bun into his mouth.
A few chews, and Xiao Taotie swallowed the white flour bun that was bigger than his body into his stomach.
Xiao Taotie stuffed a white bun into her mouth again.
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"Ah!"
The woman's scream rang out.
"Which one who killed thousands of knives steals our steamed buns?!"
"Bastard!"
The woman grabbed the broom next to her and rushed out of the kitchen.
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It's a pity.
Same as before, she returned in vain.
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"What's wrong?"
The woodcutter approached the woman.
"Why are you so loud?"
"Brother is studying."
"Don't affect him."
...
The anger on the woman's face Stop.
She squeezed the broom in her hand and waved it hard.
The lowered voice was full of anger, "That damn thief is here again!"
"He has been stealing our steamed buns for three consecutive days!"
"He has been stealing our steamed buns for three days!" >"I didn't even see his shadow."
"I clearly set a trap..."
The woman was both confused and angry.
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"Come again?"
The woodcutter was stunned.
His brow frowned deeply.
The first time someone stole their steamed buns, the wife told him.
He was a little surprised.
Because of his woodcutter's identity, their house was outside the village, near the mountains.
It is convenient for him to go up the mountain to chop wood.
This place is quite a bit far away from other families, and it is inconvenient to get in and out.
They are just ordinary woodcutters' families, and their families are just about to be full of their families.
So few people come here.
Not to mention thieves who aim for money.
He has lived here for so many years...
It's really the first time he met a thief.
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Which thief is so incompetent...
Will someone like them come to steal a few steamed buns to eat?
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The lady checked carefully.
There are only a few steamed buns missing at home.
No other loss.
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The woodcutter carefully checked the kitchen and around the house, and found no traces of thieves.
Since that's the case, I can only give up.
And he inferred that the thief should have just passed by here and was hungry, so he took a few steamed buns from his home to eat.
At this time, the thief had long known how far away it was.
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The woodcutter asked the lady to relax.
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Unexpectedly, the woodcutter was slapped in the face the next day.
The steamed buns in the kitchen were stolen again.
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There is still no clue near the surrounding area. The thief seemed to appear out of thin air.
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The woodcutter went to the village specially.
When I came back, there was a dog next to me.
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Dogs can guard the house.
If the thief dares to come again, he will let the dog bite the person, so that the thief will regret not coming to their house to steal steamed buns.
It's time to time...
Does their family be bullied?
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This time, the woodcutter also stayed.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Not going up the mountain to chop firewood.
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He and his wife hid in the room next to the kitchen.
Secretly open the door a crack.
Observe the situation in the kitchen.
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"Oh."
The sun sets in the west.
The sunset covered the sky.
The woman knocked on her back and twisted her waist.
"Don't you come today?"
"I didn't dare to come after seeing that there was a dog in our house, right?"
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< br>"It's possible."
The woodcutter opened the door.
Walk towards the kitchen.
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The woodcutter was stunned.
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"What's wrong?"
The woman who found something wrong with the woodcutter walked forward.
Then...
The woman opened her mouth wide.
After a while, she made a sound, "...mantle, steamed bun..."
"It's gone!?"
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Why?
The woodcutter and the woman were puzzled.
They really kept staring at the kitchen.
I dare not slackew for a moment.
The newly bought dog is also at the kitchen door.
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They found no signs.
The dog didn't scream either.
It should be...
No one entered the kitchen...
How...
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"Who is it?" >
The woman was crazy and confused.
Did they meet the powerful flying thieves?
But such a powerful thief...
Every time I come to their house to steal a few steamed buns?
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Is this arguable?
Aren’t the flying thieves all robbed the rich and helped the poor?
Aren’t their targets all merchants and gentry?
How can I see such a down-and-out household in them?
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"...Why are you useless?"
The woman squatted down beside Dog'er and rubbed Dog'er's head hard.
She stared at the dog.
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"Wang~"
The dog tilted his head.
Touched the woman.
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"......I won't make steamed buns anymore."
The woman said a little angrily.
None of the steamed buns she made in the past few days went into their own stomachs.
She hurts very much.
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"No."
The woodcutter shook his head.
"My younger brother likes to eat steamed buns."
Their family can't provide much good food for younger brothers who are studying.
Luckily my brother likes to eat steamed buns made by his sister-in-law.
Eat and study more vigorously.
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The woman reacted. "Yes."
What she said just now was angry,
Butter is her specialty.
The brothers also like to eat.
Every time the woodcutter went up the mountain to chop firewood, she made steamed buns.
My younger brother also has steamed buns.
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"I'll do it again."
The woman sighed.
"Tell me about it."
"Don't let him misunderstand that I won't make steamed buns for him."
They didn't tell my brother about the accidents these days.
My brother needs to spend all his thoughts on reading now.
No need to know about this.
I can't help much even if I know.
It also distracted my younger brother from studying.
But it has been a few days in a row, and it is not easy to hide it.
Yesterday my brother asked her in a very obscure way why she had no steamed buns these days...