Xiao Taotie thought it was Lord Xiao Xiao who was reluctant to give it this treasure.

It doesn't mean that this treasure is with Lord Xiao Xiao.

No matter where that pen is, Lord Xiao Xiao is unwilling to give it...

It didn't work if it found that pen.

...

Although I don’t want to admit it, Xiao Taotie still has to admit this fact.

cut.

Xiao Taotie glanced at the corner of her mouth.

...

"Because it is just a creation in human fantasy."

Xiao Xiao smiled.

...

ah?

Xiao Taotie was stunned.

Creation in human fantasy?

Isn't that pen real?

...

"Um."

Xiao Xiao nodded slightly.

"At least we know it because of a mythological story called the magic pen Ma Liang."

...

Mythical story...

A trace of confusion flashed across Xiao Taotie's face.

What is that?

but……

A story...

Xiao Taotie grinned.

Don't many humans think...

Are monsters in the story?

...

“That’s true.”

Xiao Xiao smiled.

All are stories...

Since the monster is real...

Who can guarantee the story of Ma Liang, the magic pen...

Just fiction?

...

Xiao Taotie rarely emerged from the gods.

A long memory emerged in its mind...

It's really a long memory...

The yellowed paper gradually emerged with color...

That time...

It seems to be the first time it knows that it is an existence in the human story...

...

Xiao Taotie stuffed a big white flour bun into his mouth.

After chewing it for a few times, Xiao Taotie swallowed the white flour bun that was bigger than his body into his stomach.

Xiao Taotie stuffed a white bun into his mouth again.

...

"ah!"

The woman's scream rang out.

"Which one who killed Qiandao steals our steamed buns?!"

"asshole!"

The woman grabbed the broom next to her and rushed out of the kitchen.

...

It's a pity.

Like the previous few times, she returned in vain.

...

"What's wrong?"

The woodcutter approaches the woman.

"Why are you so loud?"

"My brother is studying."

"Don't affect him."

...

The woman's face stagnated.

She squeezed the broom in her hand and waved it hard.

The lowered voice was full of anger, "That damn thief is here again!"

"He has been stealing our steamed buns for three consecutive days!"

"I didn't even see his shadow."

"I clearly set a trap..."

The woman was both confused and angry.

...

"here we go again?"

The woodcutter was stunned.

His brows frowned deeply.

The first time someone stole their steamed buns, the wife told him.

He was a little surprised.

Because of his woodcutter's identity, their house was outside the village, near the mountains.

It is convenient for him to go up the mountain to chop wood.

It is quite a bit far from other families, and it is inconvenient to get in and out.

They are just ordinary woodcutters, and their family background is just enough.

So few people come here.

Not to mention thieves who target money.

He has lived here for so many years...

It's really the first time I've encountered a thief.

...

Which thief is so incompetent...

Will people like them come to steal a few steamed buns to eat?

...
To be continued...