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Xiaoli curled his lips and was about to cry.

Rong Ling let out a long sigh, and grabbed Xiaoli back and hugged him.

Xiaoli grabbed onto Rong Ling's sleeves, and carefully asked: "Uncle Rong … "Is my father …"

"Is it what?" Rong Ling's expression was solemn as he looked at Xiaoli: "Your father is currently unable to speak."

So it was like that.

Xiaoli's body trembled, and he rubbed himself against the wall. He slowly approached Rong Ling, and in the end, cautiously and cautiously moved into Rong Ling's embrace, and pulled at Rong Ling's clothes. "Uncle Rong, my father will beat me to death."

Rong Ling pinched the tip of Xiaoli's nose: "I knew it would be like this, and yet you're still trying to mess things up."

"I don't know." Xiaoli was about to cry. He opened his little backpack and took out a white bottle and a red bottle and gave it to Rong Ling: "I originally wanted to use this red bottle, but I used the wrong one …"

Xiaoli said, then pointed out the words on the red bottle, "What's written on this bottle?"

Rong Ling remained silent: "You want to use the red medicine, but what is the name of the medicine?"

Xiaoli: "I don't recognize this word … …"

Rong Ling's head hurt even more.

However, Xiaoli persevered and asked, "What are you reading?"

Rong Ling then looked at the label, and then, he fell silent.

"Why did you use this red medicine? What do you think it is?"

Xiaoli bluntly said, "The Bewitching Pill …"

Rong Ling shook his head: "It's written above, Rotting Tomb Powder."

Xiaoli was startled for a moment, and then instantly widened his eyes.

Rotten Tomb Powder? A rotting mausoleum that could corrode humans?

Xiaoli's hand trembled, and the red bottle fell to the ground, spinning two rounds before stopping.

Xiaoli's eyes had turned red and her nose was also red. Her tears fell down in large droplets, "I didn't know … Uncle Rong, I don't know … "

Rong Ling patted Xiaoli's back to comfort him. In the end, when he saw that Xiaoli's crying voice was getting louder and louder, he could only say: "Luckily I drugged wrongly, right? But don't make the same mistake again. "

Xiaoli looked up, her face full of tears. "My father said … The red bottle was extremely potent … "White is light …" Even though he suspected that the red bottle was the Bewitching Pill, he still chose the white bottle.

Rong Ling nodded his head, "Very good, you still remember your father's instructions."

But what use was it to remember? Now that his father was mute, he would definitely beat him to death.

Xiaoli suddenly felt that there was no future. The world was shrouded in darkness.

Seeing Xiaoli's desperate expression, Rong Ling caressed Xiaoli's hair and said: "I will help you."

Xiaoli sniffed and looked at Rong Ling.

"In the next two days, you should hide here. If you get any news, someone will naturally notify you."

Xiaoli thought that this was the only way, so he nodded his head.

Rong Ling said, "Don't run around."

Xiaoli continued to nod his head.

"You can't go shopping."

Nodding his head.

"We can't expose Pearl's whereabouts either."

Xiaoli looked at the pearl on the beam in the room. It had stuck out half of its head from the darkness, let out a "jie" sound, and shrunk back.

Xiaoli continued in a choked voice, "Pearl... "I also agreed to it."

Rong Ling nodded and carried Xiaoli to his bed. He rolled out the blanket for Xiaoli and said: "Sleep first, it's almost time for you to go to bed."

The blanket was too big, covering half of Xiaoli's face. Xiaoli reached out with her small hand, lifted the blanket a little, and revealed a complete little face.

Xiaoli looked at Rong Ling deeply for a while, then said softly: "Uncle Rong, can you bring the skull over for me?"

Rong Ling got up and took the package from the table, putting it on Xiaoli's pillow.

Xiaoli crawled up and opened the package.

Rong Ling had thought that he would see a white skeleton that was covered with cold air, but he never thought that he would see a colorful, beautiful … Color Skeleton.

At this moment, Rong Ling was in a bit of a daze.

Xiaoli said: Uncle Rong, can you extinguish the candle?

Rong Ling hesitated for a moment as he felt that something bad was about to happen, but he still swung his sleeves in the end as two strong winds blew out, extinguishing all the candles in the room.

After that, Rong Ling became completely silent.

Not only was it not engulfed by the darkness, it was also glowing with a red light. Those red eyes, those blue skull, those spirited green teeth, made feel as if they were made of blood, made his eyes dizzy, even those yellow cheekbones shone so brilliantly that they attracted others' attention.

Rong Ling had never seen anyone that could shine in the dark night … Skull.

He had never seen anyone who could emit colorful lights … Skull.

Rong Ling felt that if he had not prepared in advance, if it were an ordinary person who had suddenly witnessed this scene, there was no telling what kind of sickness would appear in them.

Rong Ling took a deep breath, stood up and went to light all the candles.

After that, she turned around and saw Xiaoli touching her multicolored skull with a face full of reluctance. A pair of watery eyes filled with attachment.

Rong Ling had an ominous premonition at this moment.

As expected, in the next moment, Xiaoli raised his head, pushed the skull aside painfully, and said with a resolute face: "Uncle Rong, I will gift this skull to you."

Rong Ling: "..."

"I know that you are in a difficult position between my father and I. I also know that the reason why you adults ask for help is to give me something. I don't have anything of value, and this is already the most precious thing on my body. I … This is for you! " After Xiaoli finished speaking, his tears had even fallen.

Only the heavens knew how much effort he had put into this skull, but now he was giving it to someone out of thin air. How could he bear to part with it?

But compared to the skull, mother was still the most important.

If he didn't have a mother, then even if he had a hundred skulls, he would still … Ninety-nine skulls, he didn't want them either.

Therefore, for the sake of mother, this skull must be sacrificed. He could only hope that its new owner would treat it well, would love it, wax it, polish it, polish it every day, take good care of it, and cherish it.

Xiaoli felt that there was no one else in this world who would treat this skull better than him.

He was really reluctant, but he was also reluctant. To redeem his mother, he had to rely on the Uncle Rong.

Xiaoli felt pain, strongly wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes with his sleeve, resolutely pushing the skull that could emit rainbow lights at night into Rong Ling's arms.

Rong Ling: "..."

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