The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Chaoyang Palace, the three little black eggs are also going to bed. With Sikong Ye's help (destroy) help (disable), they finished their meals and took a bath. The three little black eggs that had grown into small silkworm chrysalis didn't even have the strength to roll their eyes.

Wrapped in a bath towel and wrapped it more than 30 times, did the ancestors take them, or did they bring the ancestors?

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

The three little black eggs were wrapped tightly like newborn babies, Si Kongye happily carried the three of them to his own room, and asked someone to snatch Yanran's son's cradle, and put the three eggs in the cradle.

...Fortunately, the cradle is big enough, otherwise it would be too crowded!

The trio said they don't sleep in cradles, they sleep in beds, beds, beds!

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

The three little black eggs sighed like a little adult, it's really tiring to have such an old ancestor who can't take care of children at the booth!

Others had already been made to cry by Si Kongye's destroying flowers with hot hands, and the three of them were skinny and easy to carry, wrapped up like rice dumplings in the cradle, and fell asleep in a daze.

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

Sikong Ye stared at the little guys for a moment, and the more he looked at them, the more he liked them. 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-great-great-grandson, and then thought of the little Raksha 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 little great-great-grandson? How could he think so? ! Obviously his little great-great-grandson is the cutest, the cutest in the world!

The invincible and cute little black eggs snored, Sikong Ye covered the three of them with quilts, and then went out of the house. He planned to wash up, but met Yu Wan in the corridor.

Si Kongye said in shock: Awan? You haven't slept yet so late? Are you worried about Dabao and the others? Don't worry, I'm good at taking care of children! They're already asleep.

Wrapped like zongzi and covered with winter quilts, the little black eggs have successfully woken up...

Not this. Yu Wan said, I want to ask about King Rakshasa. Just let him go, and when he recovers, will he become difficult to deal with?

Sikong Ye said slowly: If it wasn't for Little Raksha, you and the children would have died long ago, so what's the point of me killing Sang Qiuhan? This is what we owe Little Raksha from Mingshan, and we should pay it back. As for the matter between me and Sang Qiuhan, it is our grievances, but according to my observation, Sang Qiuhan cares so much about Little Rakshasa, as long as he is there, he can stop Sang Qiuhan from moving you.

Yu Wan shook her head: I'm not worried about ourselves, but about you, my great-grandfather.

Sikong Ye patted Yu Wan's shoulder and smiled dotingly: What should I worry about? A Wan thinks too much.

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

It doesn't matter whether you can fight or not. He met A Wan and A Wan's child, and he died without regret, Okay, it's getting late, you go back to your room to rest, I'm going to rest too .”

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

Sikong Ye's eyebrows twitched, and he 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 a bit!!!

...

However, it was said that Patriarch Sang went back to his own room angrily after being kicked out of King Rakshasa's courtyard.

After Li Shiwei died in the line of duty, Patriarch Sang was accompanied by a confidant surnamed Huang.

Huang Shiwei stepped forward and said: Patriarch, please calm down.

Patriarch Sang sat down on the chair: How do you want me to appease my anger? After becoming a Rakshasa king, he turns his face and denies anyone. I think he forgot that his surname is Sang, and he belongs to the Sang family!

He was so angry that Huang Shiwei didn't dare to answer.

What happened to Mingshan? Patriarch Sang frowned.

Huang Shiwei 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 the little Raksha, he sorted out the ins and outs of the incident almost instantly: This... I'm afraid it has to start with the little Rakshasa who left the forbidden area without permission. After leaving the forbidden area, it should have gone to Mingshan and lived in Mingshan for a few days. It was coaxed into obedience by those people. Our people will catch it Catch it, but it was injured, it should be the people from Mingshan who healed it.

Shit luck! Patriarch Sang gritted his teeth.

The guard Huang went on to say: When King Raksha attacked Mingshan, this subordinate saw with his own eyes that little Raksha rescued the woman and three children from Mingshan from him. I think that the crux of the problem lies in little Raksha. !

Patriarch Sang said coldly: That old bastard didn't practice well in the forbidden area, but secretly raised a little Rakshasa! He's obviously an evil creature, but he has to learn how to be a human being. It's ridiculous!

Guard Huang nodded in agreement.

Patriarch Sang said thoughtfully: You're right, the crux of the matter is indeed that little thing. As long as that little thing protects Mingshan, King Rakshasa will not kill Sikong Ye for a day. We The Sang family has already torn faces with the Sikong family in the open, and if Sikong Ye is not dead, we will be the next to die.

Huang Shiwei hurriedly said: What the head of the family said is very true. Sikong Ye is protecting the Sikong family, but the ancestor... may not protect us, after all... we have hurt the little Luosha, and the little Luosha even told the ancestor It's done.

Patriarch Sang repented and said: If I knew this, I might as well not have caught that little guy!

Huang Shiwei said: How can you blame the Patriarch? If you want to blame, blame the Mingshan gang. The Patriarch's plan was flawless, and the little thing must die. It was the Mingshan people who saved it. I have the opportunity to sue my ancestors.

The surname Huang has no other skills, but flattering is smooth.

Huang Shiwei continued: In my opinion, the people in Mingshan did it on purpose. They wanted to use little Luocha to drive a wedge between the patriarch and the ancestor. In this way, without the support of the ancestor, Mingshan can go smoothly. Get rid of us!

These words touched Patriarch Sang's heart. He didn't believe that there were so many useless kindnesses in the world, whether it was that girl, Yan Jiuchao, or even Sikong Ye, they were all acting on the occasion. They were human, so how could they? Treat a little evil with sincerity?

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

Patriarch Sang said indifferently: Naturally, it is necessary to bring the ancestor back to our camp.

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

Patriarch Sang smiled inscrutably: Then don't blame me...turn your face and deny anyone!

The next day, the sky brightened.

Little Raksha woke up in a generous embrace. It opened a pair of eyes that were much bigger than ordinary children, and looked around. It first saw itself lying in Raksha King's arms, and then found A thin blanket was covered over her body.

In order not to wake it up, King Rakshasa maintained this posture throughout the night. The thin blanket was neither thick nor thin, and it was covered just right.

It has to be said that the cold-blooded Rakshasa King, who is clearly an evil, is much more talented than the loving Sikong Ye when it comes to raising children.

Of course, he is only more talented than Sikong Ye, and compared with Awei Yan Jiuchao, he is still separated by a whole Mingshan.

Little Raksha slept soundly this time, and woke up refreshed!

Patriarch Sang also got up early, and when he came to deliver medicine and greetings to Raksha King, Raksha King was drinking water with little Rakshasa.

Little Rakshasa took a small wooden spoon, and there was a bowl of cold water in front of him. He scooped up a spoonful of cold water and handed it to King Rakshasa's mouth.

The deeds of Youqian letting the blood pill 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 dumbfounded.

Little Raksha looked at the empty little spoon, jumped up, stood on the stool with his hips akimbo, and started yelling chirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Very fierce! ! !

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

Confirming that King Rakshasa understood, it sat back on the stool, scooped up another spoonful of cold water, and handed it to King Rakshasa.

King Rakshasa blew expressionlessly.

Little Raksha drank it contentedly.

Old Ancestor. Patriarch Sang's flattering voice came from outside the house, I'm here to greet you, and I'll bring you the wound medicine by the way.

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

Patriarch Sang walked in with a bottle of elixir with a smile on his face.

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