Chapter 371 Tyrant can speak
The four of them sat around a square table. Yu Qiuer placed a stool behind Pan Yingying so that it would be convenient for her to pour tea for everyone and get fruit snacks.

Batian and Baomei squatted beside their parents, staring at the cards on the table with sharp eyes, while Huihui helped Yu Qiuer do things within her ability.

After the first round, Taoist Master Hengyu and Immortal Master Piaomiao looked at each other in bewilderment.

Is this the level of the first place in the National Mahjong Competition?

Horror!
Pan Yingying and Yu Chaosheng looked at each other. They were the ones who had fought their way out of a group of old men and women, so it would be a piece of cake for them to deal with two newbies.

Then came the second round, the third round...

The fight lasted until the evening, but Taoist Hengyu never won a single game.

The originally confident Hengyu Daozun: …

Forget it, there is no entertainment experience at all, so I should just concentrate on practicing.

The original purpose of spending so many high-quality spirit stones to rent this shabby yard was to ascend to heaven.

Pan Yingying and Yu Chaosheng won a huge fortune.

The two men left the yard and returned to the military camp with Yu Qiuer, feeling satisfied.

Looking at their backs as they left, Taoist Master Hengyu stamped his feet.

I just lost some small change, but why do I feel so unhappy? I keep thinking about winning back tomorrow.

Immortal Piaomiao took a deep breath and planned to give his unreliable junior brother a good beating.

He said in a serious tone: "Junior brother, don't forget the purpose of our trip."

Daoist Master Hengyu waved his hand, "I know, I know."

Isn't it just ascending? He can definitely do it!

……

……

Back in the big tent, Pan Yingying took out the gold pieces she had received today and weighed them.

"Wow! 23 kilograms! Does that Taoist have a gold mine at home?"

Yu Chaosheng used a super large comb to comb the hair of the two tigers that were sitting neatly in front of him.

This is a comb specially customized by his old man for Batian and Baomei.

"Who cares? It's ours once it's in our hands!"

Pan Yingying made a "tsk" sound, put the broken gold into the space, and came over to help him comb his hair.

"How many of them do you think can ascend?"

Yu Chaosheng shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't ascended either."

After that, he asked, "Do you think we should ascend in the future?"

Pan Yingying shrugged indifferently. She felt that whether she could ascend to heaven or not was not that important. What was important was that she was with the one she loved.

"Do you want to ascend?" She bumped his shoulder.

Yu Chaosheng wasn't sure if he wanted to or not, "Let's wait and see what they look like after they ascend. What if it's a trap?"

Pan Yingying thought so too, who knows what it would be like to ascend to heaven.

What if he goes up to be a general or something like that, it would be better for him to stay down there.

As the two were talking, a rough voice suddenly sounded in the big tent.

"mother."

Pan Yingying: ???

Yu Chaosheng: ???

Pan Yingying turned her head and glared at Yu Chaosheng, "What's wrong with you? Why are you calling me mom? And in such a disgusting voice?"

Yu Chaosheng: ???

"I'm fine, why should I call you mom? And in such a disgusting voice!" He put his hands on his waist and glared back.

Tyrant: ...

Wuuwuwu... Mom and Dad think its sound is disgusting... Life is unbearable... Wuuwuwu...

Batian suddenly jumped up and rushed out of the tent. Pan Yingying: ???

Yu Chaosheng: ???

"What's wrong with our son? Did you hit him too hard?" Pan Yingying pulled the comb in Yu Chaosheng's hand, trying to see if the comb had scratched Batian's skin.

Yu Chaosheng thought for a long time and said, "No, I always comb my hair gently."

The couple looked at each other and suddenly realized something.

So, the rough voice just now was——Batian???
Pan Yingying: ...

Oh my god! How can I help her?
She had just said that the sound was disgusting! How could she make up for it?

Yu Chaosheng stared at the door curtain of the big tent and kept muttering, "It's over, it's over, I've offended my son. What should I do now?"

He looked at Pan Yingying with an accusing look on his face, "How can you say that our son's voice is disgusting?"

Pan Yingying threw down the comb and slapped him on the arm, "I did say it, didn't you say it?"

"Besides, it really sounds like a strong man with a double-door refrigerator!"

Yu Chaosheng: ... "And it was a double-door strong man who pinched his throat..."

Pan Yingying: ...

"You still blame me, you are still the same!" She raised her hand to pinch Yu Chaosheng's lower back.

Yu Chaosheng quickly dodged, "Oh! Now is not the time to talk about this! We should think about how to coax our son back!"

The two were making a fuss when a mysterious royal sister's voice was heard in the big tent.

"Dad, Mom, I heard it all. You said that my brother's voice sounded like a strong man with two doors pinching his throat."

Pan Yingying:!!!

Yu Chaosheng:!!!

The couple turned their heads at the same time and met Baomei's innocent big eyes.

"Baomei... ? You can speak now?" Pan Yingying spoke tremblingly.

Baomei nodded. "In the afternoon, Sister Qiuer poured a cup of tea for my brother and me. After we drank it, we found that we could talk. But we wanted to give Dad and Mom a surprise, so we held back and kept silent."

"But... Father and Mother actually said that my brother's voice was disgusting and wanted to pinch the throat of a strong man with double doors."

Pan Yingying: ... "Okay, girl, stop talking. It's impolite to continue."

Yu Chaosheng patted Baomei's hairy legs and said with a smile, "My girl, why don't you go find your brother and help me put in a good word with your mother?"

Baomei glanced down at him and said, "Dad, you said my brother's voice is like a strong man with two doors pinching his throat."

Yu Chaosheng: … “But didn’t your mother also say that its sound was like a strong man with two doors open?”

Baomei blinked, "But, mother only said that brother is a double-door strong man, she didn't say it pinched his throat."

Yu Chaosheng was going crazy, and he wanted to cry but couldn't. "What's the difference?"

It’s just that one pinched his throat and the other didn’t, what’s the difference?

Baomei explained seriously, "Of course there is a difference. The double-door strongman is not disgusting. The double-door strongman who pinches his throat is really disgusting."

Yu Chaosheng: …

He sighed deeply, feeling his entire body numb.

"So? Do you want to help us persuade my brother?"

Baomei ignored him and turned to rub against Pan Yingying, "Mother, I will go find my brother right away. Don't worry, I will talk to him properly."

Pan Yingying was touched and touched its head, "Baomei is so thoughtful, mother loves you!"

Yu Chaosheng gnashed his teeth. What a story of a loving mother and a filial daughter! Where did this put him, as a father?

Pan Yingying snorted complacently and took out a bottle of well water from the space. "Take this to your brother to calm him down. Mother really didn't mean it. It was just too surprising."

Baomei nodded, scooped the well water into her mouth, turned around and left the tent.

the other side.

Batian lay in Huo Changjin's tent and cried loudly, and it was obvious that he was really heartbroken.