The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

King Rakshasa is not a doctor, but he learned a lot in various fields when he was an accompanying student in the Sikong Mansion in his early years, so he has come into contact with a lot of medicinal materials. Although the long years have passed, he has almost forgotten what his master taught, The basic sensitivity is still there, this bottle of pills is not the ones he has taken in the past.

King Rakshasa's face turned cold in an instant, looking at Patriarch Sang who bowed his knees in front of him, a powerful coercion radiated out.

Patriarch Sang's back hurt and his knees softened, and he knelt down involuntarily. He knew that the ancestor had recognized the difference in the elixir, but he didn't panic. He cupped his hands and explained: "Report to the ancestor , this is a new wound medicine developed by the pharmacist in the mansion. It can not only quickly treat your internal injuries, but also moisten the lungs and replenish qi, remove dampness and relieve pain. You have practiced in the blood pool for many years. sequelae."

This is the truth. The perennial dark and humid environment did leave some pains on Rakshasa King's body, but this kind of sickness is nothing to martial arts practitioners. Rakshasa King never took it to heart .

Patriarch Sang was interested, not for anything else, but because he wanted to pull the ancestor back to his camp through his filial piety and filial piety.

King Rakshasa was suspicious by nature, but no matter how sincere Patriarch Sang was, he still threw a elixir to Patriarch Sang and asked Patriarch Sang to try the medicine himself.

The Sang family shook their heads and sighed, picked up the elixir on the ground and ate it.

King Rakshasa waited for half an hour to make sure Patriarch Sang was not poisoned, so he poured a wound medicine and took it.

The Longevity Jue was originally a technique to restrain the Blood Demon Kungfu, thanks to breaking through to the Rakshasa King, otherwise, he would have died long ago after being severely injured by Sikong Ye.

Rakshasa practiced his kung fu for a while, although he has not fully recovered, his condition is much better than yesterday.

Patriarch Sang, who was protecting King Rakshasa at the side, was secretly amazed. When he rushed to the vicinity of the forbidden area last night, he saw King Rakshasa injured like that.

Although the wound medicine he offered to King Rakshasa was good, it was not enough to have such a miraculous effect. It seemed that the legend that King Rakshasa had an immortal body might not be just a legend.

When the little Rakshasa hadn't seen the bright red scenery outside, he let him stay in the blood pond and he could stay there, but now it's no longer the case. He bounced around the room a few times, always wanting to run outside, but the Raksha King never let him go. It left his sight, and finally, little Rakshasa couldn't sit still anymore, grabbed King Rakshasa's sleeve, and dragged him out.

Seeing this, Patriarch Sang hurriedly echoed, "Old Ancestor, the weather is fine today, why don't you come out for a walk."

I don't know if he was moved by Patriarch Sang's words, or because of Little Raksha's stubbornness. In short, King Raksha stood up and walked out of the room with Little Raksha.

But it would be naive to think that little Rakshasa is only satisfied with wandering around the mansion.

Little Luocha dragged King Rakshasa's sleeve outside the mansion, dragging so hard!

"Young master, are you going out?" Patriarch Sang rolled his eyes, pondering over the winning and losing situation after being bumped into by the masters of Sikong's family, and came to the conclusion that Sikong's family can't beat the ancestor, and Mingdu City can walk sideways!

Patriarch Sang prepared a carriage like a dog, and invited Little Rakshasa and King Rakshasa up.

Little Raksha happily jumped into the carriage, seeing that King Raksha hadn't come up, he went down again and dragged him up too.

The head of the Sang family rode his horse and accompanied him.

This ancestor was a first-class expert in the capital city, so naturally they didn't need more guards to serve them. They kept their travels simple and soon entered the most prosperous area of ​​the capital city.

Little Luosha lifted the curtain of the car, leaned on the window with a small body, watching the prosperity of the capital city like a horse on a horse.

Suddenly, it didn't know what it saw, and it screamed.

"Stop the car," Sang said.

The coachman stopped the carriage.

The little Raksha flashed out and came to a hawker selling candied haws. It jumped up and picked three bunches of candied haws!

The peddler was busy doing business at this time, and didn't realize that his candied haws had been picked by a small thing: "...Here, you take it, there are four skewers in total."

The little black eggs took their own candied haws, two skewers of Xiaobao, one skewer of Erbao and one skewer of Erbao.

"Thank you little brother." Er Bao said sweetly.

"Oh, how cute." The peddler laughed.

Huh?

Little Luosha, who was about to get into the car, heard a familiar voice, paused in small steps, leaned back, and looked at the little black eggs.

"Brother!" Xiao Bao also saw it, holding two strings of shiny candied haws, walked around the vendor, and came to Little Raksha.

Xiaobao handed it a bunch of candied haws: "Here! I bought it for you!"

Dabao and Erbao also walked over in a hurry.

The two nodded, indicating that they bought it for him.

Little Raksha looked at the bunch of candied haws he bought for himself, and then at the three bunches of candied haws he had picked and planned to go to Mingshan to give to them, and he was stunned.

"Brother, where have you been? Why don't you go home?" Xiaobao asked crisply.

"We are going to find you today." Er Bao said softly.

Little Raksha tilted his head, as if he didn't understand what the two of them said.

He handed them the candied haws in his hand.

At this time, the peddler found out that the doll had picked his candied haws, but the doll didn't pay for it!

But it looks like they are together?

When the peddler was hesitating whether to ask the white-haired man to pay the bill together, King Rakshasa walked over domineeringly.

He restrained the aura of the blood rakshasa, but his face still unconsciously carried a chilling and murderous look. The peddler's calves couldn't help but fight, and his intuition told him that the other party was not easy to mess with. Money, the result may be that the other party is looking for his life.

The thought flashed, the peddler hugged the sticks of candied haws, and ran away in a panic!

As soon as he fled, Sikong Ye, who was standing behind him counting copper coins, was exposed to King Rakshasa.

Si Kongye felt that the number of copper coins was not quite right. He clearly brought a hundred copper coins, and a bunch of candied gourds cost ten cents. Give him one penny, that is to say, he only gave twenty-seven pennies. Counting the two pennies in the fourth series, there are only twenty-nine pennies. Where did the other one go?

Sikong Ye has one head and two big ones!

"Heh." The Rakshasa King knew that he was confused again as soon as he looked at him, who would know that the number one expert in the world would be an arithmetic idiot? His exam papers back then were all done by his companion! ! !

Sikong Ye heard Rakshasa's disdain, narrowed his eyes coldly, and raised his head.

Sikong Ye: "Is that you?"

Rakshasa King: "Oh!"

The four eyes met, and the murderous intent was on the verge of breaking out!

The three little black eggs and the little Luosha are exchanging candied haws for their hard-won friendship, unaware that their parents have already confronted each other with murderous intent.

Little Luosha distributed the candied haws he had picked to Xiaoyouyou. The three felt that they only gave the younger brother one bunch, but the younger brother gave them three bunches. It seemed that they were taking advantage of the younger brother. The three hurriedly opened it again. Go around.

Xiaobao said: "Brother, you can choose what you like."

The four squatted down on the ground and began to share their little treasures.

However, Sikong Ye and the Rakshasa King soared into the sky and swept up the roof.

"It's been... years... I haven't seen you, you are still... a... idiot!" King Rakshasa said provocatively.

Sikong Ye slapped him: "You are the idiot!"

"I can't even calculate... the bill..." Rakshasa said contemptuously.

"You can't figure it out!" Sikong Ye said furiously.

King Raksha avoided Sikong Ye's palm, and said to Sikong Ye: "You... when you were... six years old... your junior brother...'s...year...age...was your...half, you... ...Three...ten...when standing...how old are you...jundi..."

"Fifteen! Needless to say!" Sikong Ye punched again.

King Rakshasa avoided again: "Twenty Seven, idiot."

When he was six years old, his younger brother was half of him. Doesn't it mean that his younger brother was three years old and three years younger than him? Then when he was thirty, his younger brother who was three years younger would naturally be twenty-seven.

Sikong Ye, who finally figured it out, was so angry that his chest hurt, his old face blushed, and he slapped again, but was locked by Rakshasa King's moves. He was not in a hurry to break free, and said through gritted teeth: "You have a boat, on the boat There are fifteen servant girls, sixty guards, and three hundred catties of black iron, can you calculate the age of the captain based on these?!"

"I... am... the owner of the ship, so age...doesn't matter...?" King Rakshasa said calmly.

Sikong Ye's blood bar dropped like crazy!

Ahhh! This old man!

The Rakshasa King said again: "There are... twenty... fruits on the tree. Let the wind... blow off... half of them, and then... let you... pick off... half of them... how many are left?"

"No more!" Sikong Ye said without thinking.

Rakshasa King said: "Wrong, there are five left."

"..."

Sikong Ye spat out a mouthful of old blood! ! !

K.O.! ! !

The two didn't fight for a long time, and the little fellows below discovered it, and Xiaobao was the first to discover it.

"Zuzu, what are you doing?" Xiaobao asked puzzledly. On the day the Rakshasa King was killed on the Mingshan Mountain, Xiaobao and his brothers had not seen the appearance of the Rakshasa King before they were pinned down by Old Cui. He is under the table, so he doesn't know King Rakshasa, but he knows that King Rakshasa is with the younger brother, and he is the parent of the younger brother.

Accompanied by his shout, Dabao, Erbao, and Little Luosha also looked towards the roof in unison.

The action of the two fighting is a meal.

Little Raksha put his hips on his hips, and said fiercely: "Ji Li Gua Gua Gua Li!"

Erbao said earnestly: "Zuzu, can you understand something? If we don't watch for a while, you will fight with others. You will make it very difficult for us."

Little Raksha continued to yell fiercely: "Ji Li Gua Gua Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

The two parents were startled for a second, then Sikong Ye changed his face in a second, raised his arm, put it on Raksha King's shoulder, grinned his lips, showing a mouthful of small white teeth: "We are just kidding!"

Rakshasa King: "..."

In terms of shamelessness, it's still Sikong Ye!

Patriarch Sang originally thought that King Luocha would take this opportunity to kill Sikong Ye, but unexpectedly, once the children got into trouble, they stopped fighting.

At this point, Patriarch Sang became more and more sure that King Rakshasa no longer had the same killing intent towards Sikong Ye as before.

What Patriarch Sang didn't know was that just a moment before the two of them swept off the roof, King Rakshasa made an appointment with Sikong Ye in a low voice: "Mt. Ming, Houhu, three days, Zishi."

This is a life-and-death battle, he won't bring Little Raksha with him, and it's best that Sikong Ye doesn't bring a few little black eggs, he wants to compete with Sikong Ye until he dies!

"It's a deal." Sikong Ye responded.

The two fell back to the street without a trace, and left with their doll.

The head of the Sang family didn't know that the two had already made an appointment for a life-and-death battle, but he could only guess in his heart that King Rakshasa could no longer be used by the Sang family.

That night, Patriarch Sang bought dozens of strings of candied haws and put them in King Rakshasa's house.

Little Raksha liked it so much, he jumped up and down on the bed with candied haws in his arms.

Master Sang saw that he liked it, and asked someone to make sugar grapes and sugar oranges. Besides, he also gave a lot of children's toys.

When King Rakshasa returned to his house after taking a bath, little Rakshasa was riding on a wooden horse that swayed back and forth.

It shakes happily.

The Rakshasa King thought it was noisy, so he walked over to pick it up, but he touched something, his fingertips hurt, and a bloody red bead came out.

King Rakshasa didn't take this little injury to heart at all. However, at night, when he was practicing kung fu to heal his injury, he suddenly felt a cold air burst out of his body. He tried to suppress it, but it had the opposite effect. , his chest seemed to be torn apart, and he spit out a mouthful of blood——

...

When King Rakshasa regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a cold stone bed. His whole body was tied, his hands and feet were bound on both sides, and his wrist was cut open, dripping blood.

Little Raksha was locked in an iron cage on the ground, lying motionless on his stomach, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead.