Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

don't cry?

Fu Bao doesn't want to cry either!

But the current situation is that she can't stop crying!

Just when Mrs. Xu picked her up and walked around, she finally remembered how to crack it. The way to break it is very simple, just let her bleed a little bit.

As God's most beloved cub, she is destined to be free from disease and disaster all her life. If she was injured and bleeds, it would definitely make God angry.

In her last life, she didn't know who her biological parents were until she crossed over. Although she knew that if she really wanted to look for it, she would definitely be able to find it. As God's most painful cub, she has always been able to achieve what she wants.

However, she finally chose not to look for it.

No matter why they abandoned her at the gate of the orphanage, it means they chose to abandon her.

Therefore, when he knew that someone was targeting them, Fubao used his own blood to resolve their bad luck, which was regarded as repayment for their kindness to her.

But now in this world, with parents who love her and a brother who sincerely treats her, Fu Bao is naturally more satisfied, and cherishes this hard-won affection even more.

Now that someone wants to harm her relatives, how can this be tolerated?

But the problem also followed. She was just a little baby less than three months old. She wanted to hurt herself.

After thinking about it, the only thing Fubao can do is cry, cry hard.

I hope her continuous crying can achieve the same effect as the bleeding from injury.

...

Xiangyi Mansion, the prefecture city Linyao.

In the backyard courtyard of a high gate compound, a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a seven-star crown is opening an altar.

And in the center of the altar where the Taoist practiced, Mr. Xu was sleeping like a dead pig.

On the viewing rockery next to the altar, a young man dressed in wealth is hugging a young girl, looking gloomily at the Taoist priest who opened the altar.

Next to the young man, stood a middle-aged man with snarky eyes.

"Young master, Daoist Changping is a person with real skills."

The middle-aged man looked at the young son flatteringly, "As long as you take away Xu Yuanxu's literary fortune, this autumn season, the name of Jie Yuan is none other than the son!"

"Steward Wang, you can speak!"

The young master smiled evilly, "If this son wins the title of Xiangyi Mansion's first name, Jie Yuan, at the old man's place, this son will ask for the credit for you!"

"Little Xie Gongzi cultivated!"

The middle-aged man quickly thanked the young son.

At this time, on the altar of the court building, the talisman yellow paper in the Taoist priest's hand suddenly ignited without fire.

The burning yellow talisman paper flew in the air and floated towards Xu Laosan's forehead.

As long as this talisman yellow paper falls on Xu Laosan's forehead, this method of seizing luck will be completed.

However, the mutation happened at this moment.

On a sunny day, suddenly there was a thunderbolt, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky and landed firmly on the Taoist priest who was casting the spell.

This Taoist priest, who was highly respected by middle-aged men, was instantly smashed into coke by thunder.

And the burning yellow paper of the talisman accelerated suddenly and landed on the forehead of the young master who was watching the casting.

The young man screamed in agony, and the man fell backwards.

However, it's not over!

The thunder continued, one after another, falling around the courtyard.

Such a miraculous scene naturally became a marvelous scene in Linyao City, attracting many people to watch, and even the prefect of Xiangyi Prefecture was attracted.