The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

   Chapter 602 [V457] A sensible little black egg, a fierce little Rakshasa (two more)

In Chaoyang Hall, the three little black eggs are also going to bed. With Sikongye's help (destruction) and help (disabled), they finished eating and taking a shower. Sikongye looked at his little masterpiece with satisfaction and wrapped the towel in his bath. The three little black eggs that turned into little silkworm chrysalis didn't even have the strength to roll their eyes.

   I wrapped a bath towel over thirty times. Did the old ancestor take them, or did they bring the old ancestor?

   Also, they are three years old, not three months, do you need to wrap them up like Aunt Yanran's little brother?

   The three little black eggs were wrapped tightly like newborn babies. Sikong Ye happily carried the three of them to his own room, and let someone grab Yanran's son's cradle and put the three eggs into the cradle.

  ...Fortunately, the cradle is big enough, otherwise it would be impossible to squeeze it!

  The three said they don't sleep in the cradle, they sleep in the bed, the bed, the bed!

   "Good." Sikong Ye smiled and shook the cradle, waiting patiently for them to fall asleep.

  Three Little Black Eggs sighed like a little adult, and I am really tired of such an old ancestor who can't take children on the stall!

  The other person was made to cry by Sikongye's "Spicy Hand Destroys Flowers", so the three of them were so sturdy and easy to carry that they were wrapped like a zongzi in the cradle, and they fell asleep in a daze.

  Si Kongye looked at the sleeping little fat eggs, raised his eyebrows, and said, "I just said that I am very good at taking care of children!"

Sikong Ye stared at a few little guys for a moment, and the more he looked, the more he liked it. Suddenly, he thought of the little son of the Lan family, and shook his head arrogantly. He was not as cute as his little great-grandson, and he thought of the little Rakshasa of the Sang family. , that little thing is quite...

  No no no, what is he thinking! Does he actually think other people's children are as cute as his own great-great-grandson? How could he think so? ! Obviously his little great-great-grandson is the cutest and invincible in the world!

  The invincible and cute little black eggs snorted, Sikong Ye covered the three of them with quilts, and then left the room. He planned to wash up, but he met Yu Wan in the corridor.

  Si Kongye said in shock: "Awan? You haven't slept so late? Are you worried about Dabao and the others? Don't worry, I will take care of the children! They are already asleep."

  The little black eggs wrapped like zongzi and covered with winter quilts have successfully woken up...

   "It's not that." Yu Wan said, "I just wanted to ask about the Rakshasa King. Just let him go and wait until he recovers, will it become difficult to deal with?"

Sikong Ye said slowly: "If it weren't for the little Rakshasa, you and the children would have died long ago, so what's the point of killing Sang Qiuhan? This is what we owe the little Rakshasa from Mingshan, and it should be returned to him. As for the matter between me and Sang Qiuhan, that is the grudge between the two of us, but according to my observation, Sang Qiuhan cares so much about the little Rakshasa, as long as it is there, it can stop Sang Qiuhan from not moving you."

   Yu Wan shook her head: "I'm not worried about ourselves, but about you, Grandpa."

   Si Kongye patted Yu Wan on the shoulder and smiled dotingly: "What should I worry about? Awan thinks too much."

   "Are you sure you can beat the recovered Rakshasa King?" Yu Wan asked.

"It doesn't matter if you can fight or not." He met Awan, saw Awan's child, and died without any regrets, "Okay, it's getting late, you hurry back to your room to rest, I'm going to rest too. ."

"Yeah." Yu Wan nodded and walked to her own room. After walking a few steps, she stopped, turned her head to look at Sikong Ye and said, "I didn't have time to tell you before that your daughter and granddaughter are still alive. You haven't seen them yet."

   Sikong Ye frowned and walked out of the yard!

   Yu Wan was taken aback: "Grandpa, where are you going?" Didn't you want to rest?

   Sikong Ye said with great ambition: "I think, I can still practice!!!"

  …

   said that the Sang family head returned to his house angrily after being kicked out of the Rakshasa King's courtyard.

   After Li Guards died in the line of duty, a confidant surnamed Huang accompanied the Sang family master.

  The yellow guard stepped forward and said, "Patriarch, calm down."

  The owner of the Sang family sat on the chair: "How can you let me calm down? When I became a Rakshasa King, I turned my face and didn't recognize anyone. I think he forgot his surname is Sang, and he belongs to the Sang family!"

   He was in a fit of anger, but Huang Guard did not dare to answer.

   "What happened to Mingshan?" The Sang family's brows were wrinkled.

Huang Guards did not participate in the attack on Mingshan, but he was not far away when the incident happened. He saw the whole process in his eyes, and combined with their experience of arresting Xiao Rakshasa, he clarified the ins and outs of the incident almost instantly: "This... I'm afraid it has to start from the time when the little Rakshasa left the forbidden area without authorization. After it left the forbidden area, it should have gone up to the Mingshan Mountain. After living in the Mingshan Mountain for a few days, the group of people coaxed it into obedience, and our people will arrest it. After arresting it, it was injured, and it should be the people from Mingshan who healed it."

   "Shit luck!" The owner of the Sang family gritted his teeth.

Guard Huang continued: "When King Rakshasa attacked Mingshan, his subordinates saw with his own eyes the little Rakshasa rescued the woman and three children in Mingshan from his hands, and the subordinates thought that the crux of the matter was in the little Rakshasa. !"

  Patriarch Sang said coldly: "That old man, who didn't practice properly in the forbidden area, actually secretly raised a little Rakshasa! He is obviously an evil creature, but he has to learn to be a human being, which is laughable!"

  The yellow guard nodded in agreement.

The head of the Sang family said thoughtfully: "You are right, the crux is indeed on the little thing, that little thing protects Mingshan, and the Rakshasa King will not kill Sikong Ye for a day. The Sang family has already torn apart with the Sikong family on the bright side, Sikong Ye will not die, we will be the next to die."

Huang Guard hurriedly said: "What the head of the family said is very true, Sikong Ye is protecting the Sikong family, but the ancestor...but may not protect us, after all...we hurt the little Rakshasa, and the little Rakshasa also told the ancestors. It's like."

  Patriarch Sang said with remorse: "If I had known this, it would have been better not to catch that little guy in the first place!"

Huang Guard said: "How can you blame the head of the family? If you want to blame it, you can blame the people in Mingshan. The head of the family had a perfect plan, and that little thing would definitely die. It was the people of Mingshan who saved it, and that's how it got there. I have the opportunity to complain to the ancestors."

  The surname Huang has no other ability, but it is smooth to flatter.

Guard Huang continued: "In my opinion, the people in Mingshan did it on purpose, they wanted to use the little Rakshasa to alienate the relationship between the patriarch and the ancestor. In this way, without the support of the ancestor, Mingshan would be able to go smoothly. Kill us!"

These words speak to the heart of the Sang family. He doesn't believe that there are so many useless good intentions in the world, whether that girl, Yan Jiuchao, or even Sikong Ye are all playing on the scene, they are human, how can they Treat a little evil with your heart?

   Huang guard asked worriedly: "Patriarch, what should we do next?"

  Sang Patriarch said lightly: "Naturally, it is to pull the old ancestor back to our camp."

   "What if...you can't pull it back?" Huang Guard asked.

  Sang Patriarch smiled incomprehensibly: "Then don't blame me... Turn around and don't recognize people!"

   The next day, the sky was bright.

The little Rakshasa woke up in a generous embrace, it opened a pair of eyes that were much larger than ordinary children, and looked around, it first saw itself lying in the arms of King Rakshasa, and then found it. He was covered with a small blanket.

   In order not to wake it up, the Rakshasa King maintained this posture all night without changing, the thin blanket was neither thick nor thin, just right.

   I have to say that when it comes to raising children, the cold-blooded Rakshasa King, who is clearly a demon, is much more talented than Sikong Ye, who is full of love.

   Of course, he was only more talented than Sikong Ye, and compared with Aweiyan Jiuchao, it was still a whole distance away from Mingshan Mountain.

   Little Rakshasa slept beautifully and woke up refreshed!

  The owner of the Sang family also got up early. When he came to deliver medicine and greetings to King Rakshasa, King Rakshasa was drinking water with the little Rakshasa.

   The little Rakshasa took a small wooden spoon and placed a bowl of cold water in front of him. It scooped a spoonful of cold water and handed it to the mouth of the Rakshasa King.

  Youqian's deeds of letting blood pills come first, King Rakshasa thought that this sip of water was fed to himself first, so he opened his mouth and drank it.

   Little Rakshasa was stunned.

  Little Rakshasa looked at the empty spoon, jumped up, stood on the stool, akimbo, and shouted "jili, quack, quack".

   Especially fierce! ! !

   It was so excited that the little beads of sweat came out!

   Confirmed that King Rakshasa understood, it sat back on the stool, scooped a spoonful of cold water again, and handed it to King Rakshasa's mouth.

   King Rakshasa blew expressionlessly.

   Little Rakshasa drank it contentedly.

   "Ancestor." Outside the house, there was a pleasing voice from the Sang family, "I'm here to greet you, and by the way, I'll bring you the wound medicine."

   King Rakshasa flicked his sleeves, and an internal force knocked down the latch.

  Sang Patriarch walked in with a bottle of medicinal pills in his hand with a big smile on his face.

   King Rakshasa thought it was an ordinary wound medicine, but when he smelled the smell emanating from the medicine bottle, his eyes suddenly stopped.

   (end of this chapter)