"Dad Dad, what are you going to do?" Han Han was extremely alert now. When he saw him moving, he immediately protected Beibei and retreated.
Beibei also trusted him very much, hid behind him and did not come out, looking at Zhan Beihan with great vigilance.
Zhan Beihan paused subtly: "..."
I always feel that he has become a bad guy, and the two little guys guard him like thieves.
If he gets closer, these two little things will definitely run away.
Zhan Beihan couldn't catch him, but the problem was that one of them was his own son, and the other looked very sick, so he couldn't really attack his two children.
After thinking for a while, Zhan Beihan simply lifted his robe and sat down in front of the stone table. He tapped his fingers on the table: "Come here, sit down first."
None of the two little guys moved.
Zhan Beihan said with a smile: "Your mother dare not go against me head-on. You are a little thing with not yet grown hair, and you also want to try it?"
"What do you want to do?" Beibei looked at him with great repulsion.
"Come here, sit!" Zhan Beihan knocked on the stone table again, "I just want to talk to you about your mother."
Beibei pursed his lips slightly.
Han Han nervously opened his arms to block him, like a little hen protecting his cub: "Bibei, don't go over, my dad is so insidious! You will definitely be bullied by him in the past!"
Zhan Beihan: "..." Is this his own son?
Beibei took a deep breath and reached out to press Hanhan's arm: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of him bullying."
In front of Zhan Beihan, Beibei suddenly took out four or five small medicine bags, held them in his hand in a demonstration, and then walked to the stone table to sit down.
Han Han immediately followed him, sat down next to him, staring at Zhan Beihan.
Zhan Beihan ignored him and looked at the small medicine bag in Beibei's hand: "Is this the poison powder you disfigured Shen Yuting? What your mother gave it to you?"
"So what?" Beibei looked at him coldly, "If you dare to touch me again, I will let you taste the awesomeness!"
Zhan Beihan laughed interestingly: "Then why didn't you use it just now? Is it too late to take it out?"
Beibei doesn't speak.
Zhan Beihan supported his jaw with interest: "The little thing is quite fierce. He threatens people with poison. Is this what your mother taught you?"
Beibei: "What's your business?"
"Your mother prepared poison packs for you to protect yourself in danger, right? In other words, it is something to save you life."
Zhan Beihan curled his lips meaningfully: "Then has your mother taught you that when facing enemies who are stronger than you and do not understand enough, don't easily expose your trump card! Otherwise..."
Beibei's hair stood up all over his body, and before he could react, there seemed to be a flash of afterimage in front of him.
The next second, his little hands were empty.
Four or five small medicine bags fell into Zhan Beihan's hands instantly, and he pinched them gently on his fingertips, shaking them casually: "Otherwise, you will have no trump card!"
Han Han was stunned: "..."
Beibei was anxious and jumped up and rushed over: "Give it back to me!"
Zhan Beihan had expected it, and folded his finger inward, and the small medicine bag disappeared immediately.
He grabbed Beibei who was rushing towards him with a smile, raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that your mother has never taught you, don't throw herself into the arms of the enemy?" Popular "