Lingbao Is Three Hundred Years Old! Not Three Years Old!

Fu Jinyan first met Lingbao in Qizhiweige Forest. At that time, Lingbao only had a small green leather skirt made of banana leaves, but his whole body was gleaming white. The little man was lying on the ground on all fours, baring his teeth and cracking his teeth. His eyes were fierce and he roared at the tiger standing in front of him: "Roar——" Fu Jinyan was shocked by the same overbearing and childish tiger's voice. Fu Jinyan:! ! ! The second time we met was at Shanhaiwan Strait At that time, Lingbao's green leaf leather skirt turned into a tan nylon pocket. The little man held a large nylon bag of the same color in his hand, and put a cold corpse into the bag in his other hand. Fu Jinyan squinted his eyes and looked at the person who was about to lift him away, and quickly grabbed Lingbao's hand: "Be good, uncle is not dead yet." The third time we met was at a farmhouse on a beautiful island At that time, Lingbao finally had a complete set of clothes. The little person was washing a bowl that was bigger than her face and her pocket. She was called a "loser" from time to time and was beaten. Fu Jinyan stepped forward to ask, but only received a low growl from Lingbao. Fu Jinyan: "Hey, my uncle just has a daughter. Can you come and be my daughter?" Lingbao tilted his head: "Roar!" Fu Jinyan: "Good boy, it's delicious to follow uncle. Can you go with uncle?" Lingbao tilted his head: "Roar!" Fu Jinyan: "My dear, if you are deceived, just tilt your head." Lingbao tilted his head: "Roar!" Fu Jinyan: "Okay, dear, you can inherit my father's property from now on!" Lingbao tilted his head: "Hoar?"