Chapter 533

"What did you call me?"

Feng Baobao's eyes became dangerous, her fair palms grasping in the void, as if to grab something.

"Sister Bao'er, I said Sister Bao'er, long time no see!"

Feeling the star of death above his head shining, Zhang Chulan changed his words instantly, learning from Zhang Jie and calling her Sister Bao'er.

"That's more like it."

Feng Baobao nodded with satisfaction and stopped the movement in her hands.

Zhang Jie, who was watching from the side, broke into a cold sweat: if Zhang Chulan, this kid, had changed his words a second later,

I'm afraid Sister Bao'er's "Okamoto 0.01" would have been greeting him.

Well, this 0.01 is not some kind of family planning product, but Sister Bao'er's main combat weapon, a kitchen knife.

The reason it's called 0.01 is because the blade of this kitchen knife is extremely thin,

and after being infused with Qi, it is incomparably sharp, able to enter the gaps with no thickness, having the miraculous effect of a butcher dismembering an ox.

Okay, Zhang Jie felt he couldn't go on.

The kitchen knife being called 0.01 was entirely the mischievousness of Xu Si, that old driver.

This guy also took advantage of Sister Bao'er's ignorance and taught her the "A-Wei 18 Styles"—simply not a human!

The Old Xu family, from the old father Xu Xiang down to the sons Xu San and Xu Si, this "not-three-not-four" combination, are all Feng Baobao's lick-dogs.

Among them, Xu Xiang and Xu San are relatively subtle, while Xu Si, that dog thing, is too wild,

using Sister Bao'er's innocent and naive nature to instill a lot of knowledge unsuitable for children into her.

It's just that Feng Baobao is truly holy and innocent, with a heart of a child, and will not be polluted by this information;

otherwise, Zhang Jie suspects that when he sees Xu Si, he won't be able to help but slap him into the sky.

"Welcome to Nado Tong."

Feng Baobao welcomed Zhang Chulan seriously.

"Tha... thanks."

Zhang Chulan returned the salute somewhat reluctantly.

He was still not used to the changes in this crazy woman.

"Did your grandfather tell you about the past?

Like my life experience, where is my family?"

Just as the relationship with Zhang Chulan had eased, Feng Baobao couldn't help but ask,

her little mouth like a machine gun firing at full speed, questions like a string of cannonballs being asked by her.

"This... I don't know any of this; my grandfather didn't tell me anything."

Zhang Chulan scratched his hair awkwardly.

His grandfather Zhang Xilin hid under an assumed name too thoroughly;

most of the information he knows now was told to him by Zhang Jie and Xu San.

However, he had no complaints; after all, the more you know, the more dangerous it is.

Among the most common reasons for killing to silence someone, isn't "You know too much!" one of them?

"Oh, I see."

Feng Baobao, who received the reply, was a bit disappointed but did not pursue it further.

"Sister Bao'er believes it just like that?"

Zhang Chulan, who had a bunch of words brewing in his mouth, felt like he had punched with all his might,

hitting cotton, as uncomfortable as hitting empty air.

"Sister Bao'er has a natural heart of a child and can distinguish lies."

Zhang Jie raised his eyebrows and popularized it for the ignorant Zhang Chulan.

Sister Bao'er is ignorant of the world, but has been able to live safely for so many years,

and has been able to sit firmly in the position of a temporary worker in the North China region of Nado Tong,

besides the great help of the Old Xu family represented by Xu Xiang, her own special ability is indispensable.

Of course, if she encounters things like "This is a color-changing heavenly object! A red glaze string!

It was made after my ancestor fought the ten-thousand-year fire unicorn for more than eighty thousand rounds here,

and took out its spirit crystal to make this string!"—red glass bead art pieces that she is willing to believe herself, then there is no way.

"There is such an ability?!!"

Zhang Chulan was shocked in his heart.

Doesn't that mean that in front of an extraordinary one like Feng Baobao, he is like not wearing clothes, naked?

This World of the Extraordinary doesn't seem to be that easy to mix in!

"Don't worry, don't worry; as long as you don't intentionally deceive Baobao, she won't know."

Xu San knew that everyone would be wary of this ability of Feng Baobao;

after all, who doesn't have a few things in their heart that they can't tell others?

Judge by actions, not by heart; if you judge by heart, there is no perfect person in the world; so he spoke to smooth things over.

"So that's how it is."

Knowing that Feng Baobao's ability has limitations, Zhang Chulan's heart finally relaxed a little.

"Baobao, come sit here."

After soothing the restless Zhang Chulan, Xu San immediately greeted Feng Baobao diligently.

"This..."

Zhang Chulan's eyes drifted between Xu San and Feng Baobao.

Although he is a virgin who hasn't even had a relationship, his rich theoretical knowledge tells him that

these two, especially the refined scumbag in a suit, don't have very serious intentions.

Feng Baobao, with her heart of a child, didn't have any other thoughts,

took the tea offered by Xu San very naturally, and sat casually in the corner of the sofa.

After drinking a few sips of tea, her gaze was attracted by the leisurely Zhang Jie.

"You kid seem a bit different?"

Feng Baobao looked Zhang Jie up and down, with a bit of suspicion in her eyes.

Natural.

Yes, natural.

Although Zhang Jie was just sitting casually on the sofa now, she felt a very natural feeling,

as if it should be like this, just like water flowing to a lower place, and tired birds returning to their nests.

"How could it be different? I have always been me."

Zhang Jie smiled slightly and replied.

No matter how it changes, it cannot change the fact that he is Zhang Jie.

He is not like Dongzi, who denies yesterday's self today,

and tomorrow's self denies today's self, belonging to the category of ever-changing and left-right brain fighting.

Dongzi might affirm yesterday's self, but it's unlikely that Dongzi affirms yesterday's self;

tomorrow's Dongzi might affirm today's self, but it's unlikely that tomorrow's Dongzi affirms today's self...

"Also, you have always been you, never changed."

Feng Baobao, with ignorant eyes, nodded slightly.

Although her intuition told her that Zhang Jie was different from the past,

what she could be sure of was that today's Zhang Jie is yesterday's Zhang Jie.

"What change, I am not me?"

Zhang Chulan was confused, feeling it was hard to understand.

Could it be that the conversation between extraordinary ones has evolved to such a difficult level?

It wasn't until he saw Xu San, who also looked confused, out of the corner of his eye that he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems it's not that he can't keep up with the times and is about to be abandoned by the train of the times,

but that he can't keep up with the thinking of Zhang Jie and Feng Baobao, these two strong people and weirdos.

"Today is a good day for Chulan to join our Nado Tong; let's go celebrate!"

Given that Zhang Chulan just joined, it is necessary to strengthen his sense of belonging, so Xu San proposed.

"Good."

Zhang Jie naturally had no objection.

"This is so embarrassing."

Zhang Chulan, who had always been outside the crowd and had never received such treatment, rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

Feng Baobao's black and white eyes widened: "If I tell you to go, you go!"

"Yes, yes."

For some reason, in front of Feng Baobao, Zhang Chulan felt that he couldn't be tough no matter what, as if he was naturally a head shorter.

In the end, he, who couldn't figure it out, could only attribute it to himself,

his fear of this crazy woman who does things without regard for consequences and has a great influence.