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　　Chapter 615: I didn't help you look after your wife

　　You know, jumping off a domed roof that you're prepared for and falling off a roof that you can't control is two completely different states of mind.

　　The 5-year-old little thing, "Ah …" Accompanied by a terrified scream, he fell from the roof in a dancing posture.

　　And the Xing Ba below, her heart was even more nervous than the little fellow who lost control and fell down. However, he, who had been through many trials and tribulations, had already acc.u.mulated a certain calm and tranquility so he would not be afraid in the face of danger. Xing Ba quickly flew in the direction the little fellow fell to, floating like the wind, and steadily held the little fellow in his arms, and cus.h.i.+oned it for half a meter.

　　Needless to say, Xing Ba was already drenched in cold sweat from fright. After all, this little thing was the flesh and blood of the foster father Hetun, and the degree of its treasure was clear to see.

　　If the little guy really fell down, Xing Ba would definitely not be able to take it lying down.

　　Even if Xing Ba had sufficient reasons and excuses, he would still not be able to resist the Hetun's partial favor.

　　The little guy was like an octopus, hugging onto Xing Ba's neck tightly, he was still frightened. After all, he was only 5 years old, so of course he would be afraid. It was not the stage where newborn calves were not afraid of tigers.

　　Startled to the point where he broke out in cold sweat, Xing Ba tenderly patted the back of the little fellow to show comfort:

　　"No, no, no. Eighth brother will take you! Eighth brother will take you!"

　　The little guy appeared to be unharmed, but it was not known if he had lost a few strands of his soul.

　　The little fellow who had regained his senses immediately blew his nose and glared at Xing Ba: "Who's scared, I'm not scared at all, okay?"

　　"..." This little thing was truly a stubborn master who would rather die than lose face.

　　Xing Ba, who wasn't very good at expressing his feelings, couldn't help but kiss the little fellow's pale face.

　　This kiss seemed to shock even Xing Ba himself: So it turns out that during their daily, stealthy companions.h.i.+p, everyone liked this little thing that was full of vigor and vitality.

　　"Well, you are not the least bit afraid; I am! I'm afraid that you will really fall down. My foster father's heart aches for you, as he will lock up my little dark room, or even whip me! "