Xianxia Romance: Three Lives and Three Worlds

Chapter 187 I'm Really Not Your Mother! 2
The glutinous rice dumpling nodded seriously, and then rubbed against Liu Wuqing.

Liu Wuqing looked at the glutinous rice dumpling who hugged her tightly like a brown sugar with a look of disgust, and continued: "But with your cultivation level, I am not the only one in the world who can see through you. Right?"

The glutinous rice dumpling looked back with contempt and disgust, and muttered: "Well, I swore that only my own parents can see my real body, but hearing what my mother said, I think maybe someone with a higher cultivation level than me You can also see me, but mother, you are different, your cultivation has not reached that level at all, so you see me, it is entirely because I am your own son..."

Hitting people without slapping them in the face, poking them without slapping them short, really is her own son, the trick of even hurting people is really inherited from her Liu Wuqing, and she has a tendency to be better than blue.

Regardless of whether it's from her own person or from the old Wang's next door, the glutinous rice dumpling's attitude is obviously fixed on her, and Liu Wuqing has a half-meter-tall son in the blink of an eye?
Liu Wuqing, who was messed up in the autumn wind for a while, forced herself to accept this reality. She lowered her head and carefully asked for the opinion of Nuomi Zongzi, and tentatively asked, "How about calling Nuomi Zongzi from today?"

Nuomi Zongzi said speechlessly, "Then do you want me to call you Nuomi Niangqin, or Zongzi Niangqin?"

These two are not very pleasant to hear. Liu Wuqing frowned and pondered for a while. It is true that this name is not her strong point. After thinking about it, she thinks that she should choose a name similar to hers, borrowing the wisdom of Zitan and his name. With good intentions, to sum up, a good name jumped into her mind, Liu Wuqing coughed and said seriously: "My name is Liu Wuqing, or you can be called Liu Youqing, such a combination, not many Quite a few are just right!"

The glutinous rice dumpling looked aggrieved and said: "Mother, can I regret it, I want to choose the name I called the first time..."

"Forehead……"

There was another half-sound of silence, Liu Wuqing used the existing eighteen martial arts one by one, chewing on words, and telling fortunes by touching bones. After a long time, she finally came up with two words that were very suitable for her. She was fascinated. , fingers crackled and counted, and said in a drawn-out tone: "Glutinous rice dumpling, you have a unique destiny and extraordinary physique, starting today..."

"Mother, when did you switch to fortune-telling?" Nuomi Zongzi interjected without waiting for her to finish speaking, with a puzzled expression on her face.

"No, you have to concentrate on listening to me, glutinous rice dumpling, you have a unique destiny and extraordinary physique. From today onwards, your name is Duobao. What do you think?"

The glutinous rice dumpling listened seriously, and did not express his opinion for a long time. Liu Wuqing curiously stretched out a finger and shook it in front of his eyes.

"End?"

Liu Wuqing nodded honestly.

The glutinous rice dumpling commented sincerely: "Well, it's embarrassing to come up with such a name at your mother's level. I don't want to use it for the time being. When I find my father in the future, I will ask my father to help me come up with a good name... ..."

"Forehead……"

The wind in the valley is so strong, it blows straight to the center of Liu Wuqing...

Liu Wuqing swayed like an old lady shopping with her back bent, dragging glutinous rice dumplings with her left hand, and leaning on a tree pole she picked up with her right hand. Under the urging of glutinous rice dumplings, she reluctantly went down the mountain.

Along the way, Liu Wuqing kept a rare quietness. She has been thinking about one thing with all her heart, how to explain to the folks and elders in Cuiping Mountain that Liu Wuqing has inexplicably made a son?
"Mother, what are you thinking?" The glutinous rice dumpling was playing with her fingers happily, and fortunately he could still see Liu Wuqing's frown like the word "Chuan".

"Nuomi... No, Duobao, you really don't plan to give me any more information, let me find your father, who is my husband..."

"My husband" these three words, Liu Wuqing forcefully squeezed out from between his teeth, this goddamn person deserves to be struck by lightning, for ruining her fame and reputation for the rest of her life, if she catches him, she will definitely kill him Eight yuan has been sold, and I only hate it.

The glutinous rice dumpling smelled an ominous smell, and very vigilantly let go of Liu Wuqing's hand, and kept a relatively safe distance from the latter: "I said, Daddy will see me, but in our family Before the reunion, I will follow my mother every step of the way!"

Obviously, there is no difference between saying this glutinous rice dumpling and not saying it.

Encountering this glutinous rice dumpling, Liu Wuqing was so big that he had one head and two big ones, and he had already left the matter of saving Yelv Xiuge in Java...

It wasn't until the third day that Liu Wuqing remembered her real purpose for going down the mountain this time.

Dragging glutinous rice dumplings that looked like oil bottles, Liu Wuqing couldn't care less about pretending to be a gentleman, and wished he could fly to the tavern where Yelv Xiuge was kidnapped.

Kyoto, the political center of the most powerful capital city of the Qi Kingdom in the Seven Kingdoms, has always existed in Liu Wuqing's mind, the incomparably magnificent imperial palaces, like a ghost, which only exists in her hearing, but has never appeared in her vision Now that she has seen such an exquisite and prosperous place with her own eyes, she really has to thank Yeluxiuge for her contribution, but what is even more important is her foresight to cover up the luxurious place. what?
Liu Wuqing subconsciously touched her bulging pocket. This sense of security is really not good enough. It seems that women still have to rely on themselves to obtain this sense of security. I knew that I would bring more rare treasures of Master Xuan Bingyun. up...

Once this person has money, he will be full of confidence. With this confidence, he will be happy whatever he sees.

Looking around, there are row upon row of beautiful mansions, and the rows of houses seem to be able to reach the sky. The willow trees planted on both sides of the road are lush and luxuriant. The singing and dancing in this capital is a prosperous world scene……

This place is really good. After Liu Wuqing's pertinent comment, he looked down at the glutinous rice dumpling. He didn't know where the glutinous rice dumpling was. Ripe glutinous rice dumplings.

A thought appeared in her mind, could it be that the glutinous rice dumpling saw her own father, that is, the "heartless man" who made her become a single mother, and ran away with him for no reason?With the character of glutinous rice dumplings that can be taken away casually if you give a piece of candy, this may exist.

Although she can be regarded as a stepmother at most, no, not even a stepmother, she is a godmother if she dies, but this doll has indeed disappeared from under her nose. If she meets glutinous rice dumplings in the future, it will not be good Tell me, the glutinous rice dumplings are still found.

Let's just say that this child who lost his ordinary family is easy to find, at worst, he just asks and looks for it along the street, but no one can see this glutinous rice dumpling, except himself, and his abominable father, and there is Maoshan Taoist priest with strong spells who intends to cook him mung bean and glutinous rice soup.

The glutinous rice dumpling was boiled by someone, so it was useless for him to call himself "mother". The glutinous rice dumpling had to be found, and Yelu Xiuge was saved, but who will save her?

Liu Wuqing wanted to cry but had no tears, and even lost most of her heart to watch the scenery.

"Mother, are you worried about me?" The voice rang in her ears, Liu Wuqing looked at the source of the voice, turned her head slightly, and saw the glutinous rice dumpling's ten times magnified face suddenly reflected on her In his eyes, he was looking up at her terrified face with curiosity. Wait, when did this glutinous rice dumpling become so tall?Did he take advantage of the opportunity to inflate, changing from a solid steamed bun to a hollow steamed stuffed bun?Just why are the arms still so short?

Looking down at the white and tender face of the glutinous rice dumpling,

Short arms, unchanged...

The green zongzi skin has not changed...

The stubby calves have not changed...

It was empty under the short legs, and after looking at it as a whole, Liu Wuqing was startled, the glutinous rice dumpling was suspended in mid-air...

Levitation doesn't matter, her Liu Wuqing's son has no special skills in the world, so it's unreasonable, but why are he levitating with him, steamed buns, sesame cakes, golden dates, lotus cakes, candied haws... so she can bear it. But this kid actually chose a comfortable position, eating grapes while spitting grape skins towards her footsteps...

The glutinous rice dumpling of affection did not discover his own father, but his "pro-men".

Glutinous rice dumplings can be invisible, but it doesn't mean that these things can also. If mortals see this food hanging in the sky, they don't know what troubles will happen. The footsteps from a distance seem to be coming in their direction. Without even thinking about it, Liu Wuqing pulled down the glutinous rice dumpling suspended in midair, and stretched out the other hand to eat a bagful of glutinous rice dumplings suspended in midair. Before he could use the miniature technique, he heard someone shout: "Look, it's her!"

Led by a tall and strong man, a group of people soon surrounded her, and it seemed that the comers were not friendly.

"You are..." Liu Wuqing looked at a large group of men, women, old and young people surrounding him, and suddenly became suspicious. He had just arrived in the capital, and logically there would be no one to greet him, so this kind of people are...

"In broad daylight, the sky is bright, you, a little girl, can actually do such a corrupt thing..." A 70-year-old lady on crutches was staring at her and chattering endlessly. The posture is quite like catching an adulterer on the spot in broad daylight.

(End of this chapter)