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Fu Bao is a righteous little milk bag. So when the master asked her what her dream was. The four-year-old little Fubao stood in a pony step, shaking his calves, puffing out his chest, and said obligingly: "Please rape my mother!" The old master opened his eyes, kicked his legs, almost thrusting forward, and gave little Fu Bao a hard knock on the head: "It's to eliminate violence and protect the good!" "Liger is right!" "It's Master!" Seeing little Fubao's fighting spirit, the master happily touched his beard, lifted the baggage on his shoulders and coaxed: "You are worthy of being the direct disciple of my Kongmen Mountain people. Now you are four years old and no longer a three-year-old child. You can go down the mountain to practice." The master looked at the little milk bag in front of him, gritted his teeth, and took out a jade ring from the bag. He tied it with a red string and hung it around her neck: "You have been gifted since you were a child, but when you eat and do other people's things, you have to have a straight mind." "Yes! Liger, Fu Bao remembers it!" "It's Master!" "I know, Liger!" "..." So the four-year-old lucky treasure, with a majestic and high-spirited attitude, carried a system of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and rolled down the mountain with a three-foot peach wood sword on his back.