Chapter 3： Selling your son for your sake? (2/2)

You want to do it yourself, and no one will stop you from selling children and women. You are better. Your grandson is reluctant to sell, but he hit me with his idea?

My child, are you able to make up your mind?

Don't forget what my father does. Do you really think that if my father is gone, no one will inherit his craftsmanship? I have followed my father for so many years, not to mention turning over the mountain, but killing a chicken and slaughtering a monkey is still possible.

Aunt Wang, do you want to leave me here to try and see if the knives my father left behind are still sharp? Ok? ”

After she finished speaking, she threw Aunt Wang's hand away.

”you you…”

Aunt Wang was told by her a few words that she almost urinated with fright, and following her swinging movements, one of her feet didn't stand firm, and she was almost thrown and hit the wall.

If you want to scold someone, you don't even dare to say a word.

She knew that the little girl's father, Antu, was a famous hunter in their Anjia Village. There is no guy on the mountain that he can't beat.

It's only in the past few years that people have grown old and can't move anything, so he said in the mouth of the beast, and lost his life.

It was precisely because Antu was gone, that she watched An Jiuyue's movie about a girl, and she also brought two little girls with her. At first glance, it was easy to bully, so she came to her.

How do you know, this little girl's hands are so strong that she is about to break her wrist.

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