The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The white-haired old man looked at Dabao's cold expression, and really didn't understand where a child got the courage to do such a thing to a venerable in the heavenly realm?

But now is not the time to think about the answer, the white-haired old man can clearly realize that Dabao is serious, if he doesn't pick the fruit, he will let Shengluan throw him into the abyss.

In the past, not to mention the Ten Thousand Zhang Abyss, even the Nine Dragons Abyss, he would have the guts to venture into it, but hasn't his skill recovered yet? A hero does not suffer from immediate losses!

Although picking fruit is dangerous, but be careful, the chance of survival is still greater than falling into the abyss.

Ahem. The white-haired old man cleared his throat, How much do you want to eat?

Unexpectedly, Dabao didn't ask Shengluan to bring the white-haired old man back immediately, but continued to write: I will give you another chance to reorganize the language.

The white-haired old man was dumbfounded. Could it be that his answer was wrong? Don't you just want me to pick the fruit for you? I ask you how much you eat, is this answer not sincere enough?

Wait, what did I just say?

I'm so fat and still eat!

A flash of inspiration flashed in the white-haired old man's mind, and he laughed and said, I said I am so fat, how can I still eat and eat? You are not fat, you are so cute that you swell!

Yan Xiaosi was sobbing, and finally stopped crying.

It turned out that I didn't ask myself to pick the fruit, but I asked myself to say a few compliments. The white-haired old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second, Dabao wrote again: One hundred.

The white-haired old man was stunned for a while before he realized that Dabao was answering his own question just now. Is it necessary to make such a jump? I almost can't catch it!

Also, what happened to a hundred?

Is this going to pick it up until dawn?

With no room for bargaining, Dabao asked Shengluan to throw the white-haired old man into the garden.

This time, Dabao let him go alone without asking Shengluan to supervise him.

The reason why he suddenly felt relieved about him was not because Dabao made a mistake of inconsistent logic, but because the whole orchard was shrouded in a huge black mist, and the empty grassland where they were located was the only pure land, which could also be called It is the only exit. As long as the white-haired old man wants to live well, he will definitely pick the fruit and return to this open space as soon as possible.

Sheng Luan stayed in the open space to protect them.

The white-haired old man naturally guessed Dabao's plan, and he couldn't help wondering, the child's decision-making has changed several times, each time weighing the stakes to the extreme. The best strategy is the best strategy; when looking for food, the child understands that it is the best strategy to take everyone with him; picking the fruit now, of course, is the best strategy to take the risk by himself, after all, he has to go back to the open space, and If he accidentally startled the snake, Sheng Luan outside would immediately take the four of them away.

The white-haired old man began to wonder, what kind of father and mother could give birth to such a perverted child?

That's right, his definition of Dabao has changed from smart to weird and then to perverted.

Fortunately, there are a lot of fruits in this orchard, and he has already picked many of them without going inside. He doesn't know what these fruits are, and he has never seen them before. Each one is about the size of a goose egg, red, and the skin is Soft, heavy in the hand, as if full of moisture.

He plucked a bunch indiscriminately, wrapped it in his hem, returned to the open space in a panic, and dumped the fruit on the ground.

Dabao glanced lightly, took up a pen and wrote: There are still seven.

The white-haired old man immediately said: ...!!

Have you counted and you are still seven!

The white-haired old man didn't believe in evil, so he counted them one by one, what a fool! ninety three!

So when you say one hundred, it is really a hundred in the literal sense. For a four-year-old child, is it really good to be accurate?

I thought I picked more than a hundred, more than enough!

Oh, it's only seven... ah—

Before the white-haired old man could finish his sentence, Sheng Luan slapped him back to the courtyard.

Shengluan is blocking the side, and there is a posture that he will not let you out until you finish picking the big bird.

The white-haired old man was suffering in his heart, but the white-haired old man didn't say anything.

He honestly picked seven, and he could have picked more, but for some reason, he was always worried that the number he picked was wrong, and the child would give him another moth!

When the white-haired old man put the last seven red fruits in front of Dabao, Dabao hummed with satisfaction.

Dabao gave the white-haired old man a red fruit.

The white-haired old man smiled: I still know how to honor the elders, and there is still salvation.

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and ate the red fruit. The skin of the red fruit was thick and astringent, but the sap inside was very sweet, milky white, shaped like stalactite, but tasted like melted buttermilk.

Seeing that he had finished eating, Dabao wrote to his two younger brothers: It's not poisonous, you can eat too.

The white-haired old man choked immediately.

After a long time, you are testing me for poison! ! !

When he ate the peel and frowned, San Xiaodan saw it, so San Xiaodan resolutely threw away the peel and only drank the juice inside. To them, it tasted like goat milk, but it was more delicious. Sweeter and thicker.

Yan Xiaosi looked at the milky white liquid, and was instantly greedy: Wow wow wow!

Dabao took a few fruits, squeezed the juice into a feeding bottle, and gave it to Yan Xiaosi to drink.

Yan Xiaosi knew it wasn't milk, so she didn't bother Dabao to nurse her, sat on the ground, obediently held the bottle and started drinking.

Gu~ Sheng Luan looked at these fruits, and seemed to be a little greedy.

Dabao gave it twenty fruits.

Unexpectedly, Shengluan pushed back the twenty fruits and returned them to Dabao. Shengluan touched the shriveled peel of the fruit they had eaten with his beak.

Dabao thought for a while, picked up a fruit peel, pulled it open and took out the core inside, and asked it with his eyes, do you want to eat this?

Shengluan fluttered its wings excitedly, then it took several steps back, distanced itself from Dabao, and opened its big beak.

Dabao understood what it meant, and threw the fruit core to the sky, Shengluan raised his head to catch it, swallowed the fruit core, and in the next second, he spit out a burst of flame.

Everyone was stunned!

The big bird... can still breathe fire?

Shengluan seemed to be very satisfied with the sensation he had caused, or maybe he was very happy with the fire-breathing itself. It took another fruit peel and handed it to Dabao, and continued to back several steps, waiting for Dabao to come to feed it.

Dabao fed it another one.

After it ate it, another flame spewed out.

Wow wow wow! Yan Xiaosi stopped drinking the fruit juice, clapped his hands and shouted excitedly.

Dabao looked at Shengluan in confusion, so he was not hungry, but he just wanted to breathe fire and play?

The child's attention is always a bit childlike, but the white-haired old man is different. What kind of fruit is this, and the core can make Shengluan breathe fire? Can he spray?

He decisively pulled out his own fruit pit, which was about the size of an ordinary peach pit, so it was a bit difficult to eat, but if it could breathe fire, it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.

The white-haired old man resolutely swallowed the fruit core, and he wants to breathe fire too!

As a result, he didn't know whether he could breathe fire or not, he was choked and turned off the flame!

Dabao played with Shengluan three times before giving up. My mother said that fire is the most powerful weapon in nature. When encountering invincible beasts, holding fire can make them fearful. If so, then these It is better to save the core for emergency use.

Shengluan was a little bit unfinished, but Dabao told it that these fruit stones belonged to him, and he would only give him a bird to play with, and he became happy again.

The four brothers and sisters ate a total of twenty fruits. Excluding the three kernels that were fed, there were seventeen left.

Dabao emptied the books from the schoolbags of his two younger brothers and put the remaining fruits in them.

The fruit pit was small, so it was put into the pocket on Yan Xiaosi's clothes.

After seeing the fire three times, Yan Xiaosi could hardly establish a connection between the fruit core and the fire. She patted Xiaodoudou, very satisfied with Dabao's decision!

Xiaobao looked at the homework that was messed up in the wind, curled his lips and said, Do you want the homework I just wrote?

Erbao nodded seriously: Yes, what if the master asks?

Dabao squinted at his two younger brothers, picked up the blank homework on the floor and opened it, did you really write it?

Little Treasure who never does homework: ...

The second treasure who fished in troubled waters: ...

The strong wind blew past, and the dense fog spread violently, covering the whole world in an instant. They couldn't tell the direction, so they had to rest in place temporarily, and wait until dawn.

The white-haired old man choked on the fruit pit and passed out.

Shengluan lay on the ground, San Xiaodan nestled in Shengluan's arms, Yan Xiaosi nestled in Dabao's arms, Shengluan protected them with his wings.

Dabao, I miss my mother.

I miss you too, and I miss Daddy.

Wow wow wow.

Dabao touched the heads of his younger siblings.

Sleep, I'll take you home.

In a daze, Xiaobao muttered: Dabao... did you talk...

The night was quiet, and everyone breathed evenly from their mouths.

However, at this moment, a dark vine grew out of the ground, like the claws of a ghost, quietly wrapped around Yan Xiaosi's ankle.