MTL - The Crazy Forensic Doctor Consort-Chapter 24 Rong Xiaoli

In the end, Liu Wei took his son and took the carriage.

As soon as he arrived on the ground, Liu Xiaoli rushed to the grass and turned to see the adults watching him, and he ran away more uncomfortably.

When Liu Xiaoli came back, the carriage continued to drive, and Liu Xiaoli’s attitude toward Rong Ling was obviously much better.

"Uncle, can I see your sword?" The little guy stared at him with a sabre on his side, his eyes sparkling.

Rong Ling nodded: "Yes, just be careful."

Liu Xiaoli climbed his hands and feet and tried to pick up the scabbard, but he couldn’t hold it!

With a little smile, Rong Ling took the sword forward and handed it to the child.

Liu Xiaoli lived, but it was too heavy. Just hugged, he pressed his body and pressed his small face straight and bitter.

Rong Ling quickly took the sword away and said to the children: "This sword is too heavy for you, and you will be a small wooden sword at night."

“Really?” The little guy’s eyes are brighter.

Liu Wei looked around and apparently said that he was very unhappy: "Xiao Li, come over! Don't disturb your uncle."

Liu Xiaoli crawled back to her mother.

Rong Ling looked at Liu Wei, who was talking about yin and yang, and suddenly opened the door: "This king likes your son very much."

Liu Wei was extremely sensitive and quickly retorted: "Wang Ye likes it again, this is my son, it doesn't matter to the prince."

Rong Ling laughed: "This king will not grab you."

Liu Wei snorted in a panic, no longer looking at him, and he turned back and said: "You better remember this sentence!"

Rong Ling calmed: "Your son, this king has no name, how to grab it? Unless it becomes my son in the future."

Liu Wei’s heart screamed, and he swallowed hard and completely stopped talking to the prince.

Liu Xiaoli did not know the winding around between these adults. He only knew that after tonight, he would have a small wooden sword of his own.

Just think about it, just be excited!

In the evening, they rested in the inn, and Rong Jing really let Xiao Er take a few pieces of wood and cut it into a set of sword sticks with a dagger.

Liu Xiaoli ran to his room after dinner, watching him cut the solid wood into two different weapons, and his eyes were shining.

"Uncle, you are amazing!" The little guy said sincerely that he hated this person before he forgot it.

Rong Ling’s praise for the little guy was very useful. The action quickly cut two strange swords and handed it to him.

Liu Xiaoli holds a small sword and screams: "Uncle, what is this?"

"Double-edged sword, both sides are blades."

Liu Xiaoli touched the left side, touched the right side, and looked up: "But I don't tie my hand."

"When you learn how to use it, change it with a blade."

Liu Xiaoli nodded and inserted the two swords into his belt. He learned the posture of Wusheng in the play and swaggered around the house.

Liu Wei went to the second child to get hot water. When he came back, he saw that his son was close to a family with "that one".

The brows of the mother-in-law suddenly turned up: "Xiao Li, said that don't disturb the uncle, go back to the room."

Liu Xiaoli showed up with his swords and showed off his wings: "Hey, look at my sword, what my uncle did for me."

"Give back to my uncle!"

Liu Xiaoli screamed and screamed, and he cried.

Rong Ling raised his head and his eyes were slightly cold: "This king sent him." Saying, Rong Ling touched the little guy's head: "Get back to the room, and do the rest for you."

Liu Xiaoli **** his nose, looks at his mother, and looks at his uncle. He doesn't know who to listen to.

Liu Wei gave a sigh of relief and knew that he was too strict. Songkou said: "Be obedient, take it back to the house."

Liu Xiaoli immediately smiled, holding a pair of swords, and sneaked out from the mother's side and ran back to the room.

When the son left, Liu Wei had to leave, but the faint male voice behind him suddenly sounded: "You don't want to be so fierce to your son."

Liu Wei’s mouth was pumped, and he was biased. There is no silver in this place: “It’s my son!”

Rong Ling: "Well?"

Liu Wei: "How do my son teach, I have my own size, and I don't bother you."

Rong Ling: "Oh."

Liu Wei: "..."

The feeling of this punch on cotton...

Liu Wei feels that he has said more about this man, and it is really a kind of injury to the stomach.

She is very stomachache now.

Back to the room, Liu Xiaoli had already gotten into the bed and faintly saw that the two swords were still in his arms.

Liu Wei raised his eyebrows: "Get it out."

Liu Xiaoli refused to hold it tighter.

"Do you want to be a sword?"

Liu Xiaoli is struggling. He wants a mother again, but can't he want a sword?

Only four-year-old children still don't know how to make a choice. They only look at the mother and look at the sword. Finally, they drop their tears and hand over the two swords.

"I want to marry." He muttered in a very low voice.

Liu Wei heard it, and it hurts a little.

It is not easy for her son to have a toy. She should not be deprived, but when she thinks that this is what his relatives have done, she will instinctively want to lose as far as possible.

Sighing, she put the double sword on the bedside and went to bed and licked her son: "Do you like it, will you do it tomorrow?"

"Well." The little guy nodded sullenly.

Liu Wei touched his hair: "I don't do worse than the uncle, what do you want, do it for you, do you want a scalpel? Have you always wanted a hand before? Is it good for you?"

Liu Xiaoli did not say anything, and buried her face in her clothes.

"Why don't you talk? Don't you want it?"

The little guy still doesn't say anything.

"Xiao Li?"

Holding his son's face, Liu Wei saw this, his son's face was tears.

"What's wrong? Don't like it? What do you like, tell you."

The little guy clenched his mother's clothes and said in a small voice: "I want a sword."

Liu Wei frowned: "Why do you want a sword? You didn't like it before."

The little guy didn't say anything, but the tears went down one by one.

Liu Wei is soft: "Good, give you to you."

Said, put the two wooden swords into his arms.

Liu Xiaoli held a smooth wooden sword, and the tears stopped. He said, "I, I learned the sword, and I can protect it."

Liu Wei was still a little angry. He heard a word, silenced, and touched his son's hair. His tone was softer: "How old can you protect you? You have to hug when you are far away."

Liu Xiaoli was not convinced by the rebuttal: "I, I can go by myself..." I paused: "I will go by myself in the future."

"This is what you said? You can't say hard work in the future. You have to go away yourself."

The little guy is struggling, feeling like he promises to lose a huge benefit.

But looking at the narrow dawn of the mother, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Well!"

Liu Wei smiled and scraped his nose: "Then I will wait and see."

"Well..." This time, I promised that I was obviously lacking.

In the next room, Rong Ling robes completely lie on the couch, and heard the dialogue between the mother and the child at the end of the wall.

He actually thinks that the name of Rong Xiaoli is better than Liu Xiaoli. 2k novel reading network