The Crazy Forensic Doctor Consort

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Moreover, it is not a herb with a lot of effects. This kind of marygrass grows close to the swamp on weekdays and is only used by some deep forest animals.

It is rarely used to make medicines.

Because of the shortage of medicinal materials, Xiaoli painfully gave up the development.

But after all, I used to sleep for a month with the formula of the powder, and now I see the real thing, and then I am so helpless that I am helpless by a little girl who is shorter than myself. Xiao Li summarizes Come out, this is mostly a loose powder.

When I thought of something I hadn't researched, I was actually researched by others and used it on him. The little guy was unhappy, and the tip of his nose wrinkled up and looked very angry.

The child's heart is straightforward, but the adult thinks farther.

Liu Wei repeatedly watched the powder several times and sniffed several times. Finally, I have to admit that this thing is indeed a powder.

Then the problem is coming.

Wanlixiang, this kind of medicine that will appear in the swamp, this bottle of powder requires at least 30 parts of thyme, which can be easily used by a child as a plaything.

Does this mean that they have a lot of thyme?

Looking at the entire Qingyun country, the place with the most fragrance is not the other place, it is Lingzhou.

That little girl is from Lingzhou.

Ji Jia, just in Lingzhou.

A series of causalities made Liu Wei's troubled heart not settle down, but it was even more disordered.

Xiaoli saw that the mother was not right, and the short fingers were lifted up, and she went to lick the frowning peak of her mother.

Liu Wei looked up and looked at his son.

Just listen to Xiao Li softly said: "Hey, you don't want to be angry, I am not playing the little sister, I just let her, the effect time of this powder is less than half a column. She moved me to the room. When I was at the top, I could beat her. I let her be called."

Xiao Li said that he was very serious, and his face looked like a little brother. It looked so tall and tall.

Liu Wei smiled a little, and pointed his son's nose: "But you are all crying."

Xiaoli wiped his eyes and said very seriously: "This... this thing, smoked the eyes."

The little guy said, even more wronged, a small mouth, it was red eyes: "The little sister is very bad, she wants to fight and fight, to spread the medicine, how can you sprinkle other people's eyes, if I am What should I do? She is a bad boy, I don't play with her, I don't care about her anymore.",

The little guy said, tears came out and came out, buried his head, buried in the mother's arms, why not come out.

Liu Wei hugged his son and pushed his son away. Only then did he see that Xiaoli’s eyes were red, and it was really more than crying.

There was a circle of blood around the eyes. At first glance, it was hurt.

Such a small child, even if it is a bear again, and then wild, but the eyes are injured, who can hold back.

Liu Wei was a little angry on the spot, got up and went straight back.

Xiao Li wiped her tears and her face flushed behind her mother's ass.

Can go two steps, Liu Wei stopped again, a brake, Xiao Li also hit the mother's legs, licking the tip of the nose, stopped.

Liu Wei stood in silence, took his son, turned his head and walked toward the inn.

Back to the inn, went up the second floor, pushed open the door, the room was empty, and no one.

Liu Wei left the room and said nothing, walked toward the room where he was looking back, didn't knock on the door, and violently pushed the door and pushed it away.

In the house, the letter was being traced, and his face changed. He quickly pinched his letter into a ball, and burned the candle on the table at a rapid speed. This was a glare at Liu Wei.

Liu Wei did not care what secret letter he wrote, what underground work to do, only raised his chin and asked: "Where is Rong Ling?"

The face is darker: "This is my room."

"I know, I just came to ask you, Rong Ling?"

Laughing back, these people, are they all good bullying?

Last night, Rong Ling was ill. Today, this person is crazy again, and he is rushing to him.

What is his relationship with them?

I did not say a word, did not speak.

Liu Wei frowned, and the two quietly looked at each other for a while. Liu Wei licked his lips: "See him, with words, he said that his son was bullied, let him hurry!"

The subtle eyes of Liu Wei were moved from Liu Wei to Liu Xiaoli at the foot of Liu Wei.

Xiaoli also screamed because of her eyes, and she did not pay attention to the conversation of the adults.

Look back at Liu Xiaoli, then look at Liu Wei, then look at Liu Xiaoli, then look at Liu Wei...

After Liu Wei finished speaking, he took Xiaoli away and said on the road: "Don't be jealous, not clean."

As soon as they left, they left behind in the house with a rigid and rigid look at the direction of the gate.

Until I don't know how long it took, I went back to the front door and wanted to close the door. I saw the outer corridor. Rong Ling stood there, with her hands on her chest, looking at the downstairs and the direction of the inn.

The tolerance is guaranteed, and if you only know, Rong Ling also heard it.

It can’t help but sneer, screaming, not yin and yang, saying: “Is it your son?”

Rong Ling swept his gaze, and the coldness of the shackles, with a deep meaning that could not be said: "That is my son."

Rong Lai took care of this third brother and closed the door.

At the moment when the door is about to close, but listening to the door, Rong Ling faintly said: "In the letter, consider how to write."

Looking back at the finger, his eyes sharply through the door and look at Rong.

Rong Ling has already stepped up and walked downstairs.

Regardless of how Liu Wei touched Zhong Ziyu, how can he teach his son to be bullied? It is still a big deal.

Looking back at the disappearing figure of Rong Ling, his eyes deepened and closed the door. He looked at the letter paper that had already burned to the table, and the thin lips were tight.

It seems that the town of Gemen is really omnipotent.

Rong Ling knows even what he intends to write to Kyoto.

As for writing, Rong Ling reminds him not to act at this juncture, leading to a fire.

I don't want to, I still have a good intention.

However, this is an opportunity. It is a burning fire. This opportunity is close at hand. How can he not act?

Thinking of this, I took it back to the stool and took a new piece of paper and wrote it again.

Just wrote a prefix, just listened to the bed, and heard a muffled sound.

The letter paper was pressed under other rice paper, and turned back, and a low voice called: "Come out."

The bottom of the bed made a louder sound. Then, the man in the plain clothes came out, bowed his hands, saluted, and respectfully said: "Seven princes, you entrust the person you are looking for, like, find it."

Looking back at the brow, recently he made two orders to find two people.

Palace girl Huang Er, with the chick.

Hope is the former, if the yellow child is in his hands, then what he will do next will only do more with less.

But I heard the man’s low voice: "It’s the little girl with you, chick, someone, like she found her."