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The little fat man was a little scared, and he was worried that Mo Xiaomi would fall down. At that time, even if his grandparents loved him, they would slap his little butt.

The little fat man just wanted to teach Mo Xiaomi a lesson, but he didn't want to fall to death!

Mo Xiaomi is confident in herself, but the people below are not confident in her!

A group of little kids looked at Mo Xiaomi on the tree branch nervously and approached the football little by little.

Soon, Mo Xiaomi got the football and threw it from the tree.

"Hmph!" Mo Xiaomi sat on the tree branch and said proudly, "Football has been returned to you, don't cry anymore. When you return a boy, you know that you are crying, and you are more crying than a little girl."

Wu Peng and others dared not laugh at Mo Xiaomi again.

The guard looked up and said with concern: "Little girl, you are amazing, but don't be careless. If you fall from the tree, your life will be gone."

Mo Xiaomi sat on the tree branch and rested for a while before continuing to retreat, then reached the main trunk, hugged the tree with both hands, and used the gravity of the earth to slide down.

Agile and done in one go.

When Mo Xiaomi stood on the ground, all the children took a few steps back.

The little fat man picked up the ball, looked at the ball, looked at the big tree, and looked at Mo Xiaomi, with a smile on his face and said, "I can take you to play, you... don't kick my ball away, okay?"

Mo Xiaomi used his strength to "conquer" these little kids and pretended to say, "Before playing, do you want to apologize to me?"

"Why apologize?" The little fat man was puzzled. He didn't care about the little black girl kicking his ball.

"My name is Mo Xiaomi, not Xiao Heidan, nor Xiao Heiya. You have always given me nicknames. It's very rude. Shouldn't you apologize to me?" Mo Xiaomi asked back, "If you are an obedient and sensible good boy, I'll apologize to me, and I'll play football with you."

Wu Peng was no longer there. Grandpa asked him to call him Sister Mo Xiaomi, but when he was Grandpa, he called him Sister, and he kept calling him Xiaoheimei from behind.

Wu Kun was impressed by Mo Xiaomi when he climbed a tall tree and ran over happily and said, "Sister Xiaomi, I'm sorry, I won't call you a black girl anymore. You are so awesome. Can you teach me how to climb trees?"

Climbing trees is not a skill suitable for these little kids to play.

It's very dangerous, so don't teach them anymore.

"You are still young, I will teach you when you are older." Mo Xiaomi touched Wu Kun's round head, "Kunkun is so awesome, he is a good kid who corrects his mistakes."

The little fat man Zhao Ziheng, only half a year older than Wu Kun, naturally he was unwilling to fall behind in front of his powerful sister and surrounded him and said, "Sister Xiaomi, I'm sorry, I won't call you Xiaohei girl, don't call me Xiaofat, call me Zhao Ziheng, okay?"

"Since I'm a friend, then I'll call you your name, Zhao Ziheng." Mo Xiaomi smiled and looked at Wu Peng with awkward look, "Don't learn from some people. I know I'm wrong, but I still don't know how to admit it!"

Wu Peng's face was slightly red. He was ridiculed by Mo Xiaomi like this, and he was a little angry and embarrassed. He turned his head and ran away like a furious little lion.

There is no way to apologize!

Don’t apologize to Mo Xiaomi!

That black girl is so bad.

Wu Peng was having a quarrel and wanted to save face. Mo Xiaomi would not spoil him.

"Baoba!" Mo Xiaomi clapped her hands, "There is an open space over there, can we go there to play football?"
Chapter completed!