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Eight raised a pair of innocent eyes, "Master, this is really an accident." If you want to blame that damn basin, it's the one who hurt you. Hehe, but master, it's the basin that suffers! Don't you see, the bottom of the basin is the size of a fist, master, your head is really hard. Hehe. ”

The more Duanmu Ling listened, the darker his face became. Pointing to a corner on his head, he said, "You mean to say that the basin is recessed, and I am protruding, just complementing each other." ”

"Oh no, no, no." Baxia hurriedly waved his hand to deny, "It's all the fault of that pot, you are the victim." ”

"Hmph." Duanmu Ling threw the mirror and lifted the quilt to get out of bed. Said coldly: "From tomorrow, give me a wash bucket." ”

"Ahh Eight times he knelt down with a puff and begged for mercy, "Master, please spare me!" I really didn't mean to, it was really just an accident. I'm going to come down and serve you! You said that if you don't have a minion, who will chat with you at night, who will serve you tea and pour water! ”

"You go now, wash for a month, and wash for two months." Duanmu Ling glanced at him, and his tone was heavier. "You brought the basin, and you dare to say that you are innocent. If Young Master Ben can't wake up today, it will be an accident! Beat the master, I will already be very merciful if I don't pick your skin. Get lost. ”

said a little urgently, Duanmu Ling's head shook. Damn, it hurts Lao Tzu to death.

It's really a mistake to drink and make a mistake, and he doesn't know how to die, but he finally realized it today.

Eight twitched a face, wanting to say more and beg for mercy. But when he faced his grandfather's erupting small volcano, he held his mouth stiffly, and didn't dare to say a word more.

Holding a constipated face on the ground, he rolled out of the room like a ball.

Duanmu Ling touched the corner of his head, it was so soft that he could sink into it with a single press.

"Tearing ......" hurts!

The figure swayed at the door, and a swarm of people poured in.

"Second child, you're awake." Mrs. Duandinghou took the lead, grabbed her son's arm, and said distressedly, "I'm scared to death." ”

Duanmu Ling smiled and comforted, "Mother, I'm fine." ”

The third brother, Duanmu Liang, stared at the second brother's head with bright eyes, and said with a smile: "Oh, second brother, if you grow another horn, you can become a dragon king." ”

"Shh Big brother Duanmulin bumped into him, "What are you talking about!" The second brother is already in pain enough, so you don't have to say a word. ”

Mrs. Duandinghou stroked her son's wound with her hand, but she didn't dare to really touch it, and her distressed eyes were red. "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" The son pouted aggrievedly and collapsed his face, "I feel dizzy now, my ears are dizzy, my limbs are weak, my chest is tired, my hands and feet are cold, and my back is sweaty." ”

Everyone rolled their eyes, and their faces were not red or out of breath after this slippery words, not to mention how energetic they were.

But Mrs. Duanding Hou is serious! This real wound is right in front of me, and the symptoms that my son said are similar, I would rather believe it than not! "It's so serious! Then go get the doctor! ”

No one moved in the house, and Duanmu said with a cool smile: "Mother, what the second brother means is that he is hungry." ”

Mrs. Duanding Hou was stunned for a moment and reacted. "Oh yes, you haven't eaten in a day, you must be hungry." He turned his head and instructed the people behind him, "Go quickly, get a table of dishes, go quickly." ”

Everyone rolled their eyes again, a table of dishes, feed the pigs!

"Sit down, you've just woken up and can't stand." Mrs. Duandinghou helped her son to sit down, looked at the corner on her son's head that seemed to be jumping, felt distressed and angry, turned her head and said to her husband angrily, "It's all your fault, look at it, your good son was made like this by you, you are angry to go back to your barracks, don't be angry with my son." ”

Duanding Hou Ye made a bitter face, "I told you, it was an accident." Besides, he's not doing well now! A man who cries for his father and mother when he suffers such a small injury, he is not ashamed. ”

"Mother." Duanmu Ling suddenly exclaimed, "Do you think I'm going to have a concussion, will I become a fool?" ”

"You ......" The beard on the mouth of the Hou Ye shook and shook, which was clearly adding fuel to the fire. He's taking revenge, revenge for smashing him.

The eldest brother and the third brother glanced at each other, then turned around in unison, and without saying hello, they quickly slipped away.

Just kidding, when I was chased and beaten all over the yard by my grandfather, I didn't see much of a big deal. Isn't it smashed by a basin of water now, and you will die or live? Father, you are such a failure, you can't even have a son.

This whole family, ah no, all over the world, it is estimated that there is only one grandfather who can lower him.

As soon as they reached the bottom of the porch, they heard a louder angry voice from the room than before, and the two brothers hurriedly quickened their pace. They didn't want to be caught and left the scene of the crime early.

"What are you! Let me tell you, if my son has three longs and two shorts, I will not finish with you. I was beaten by my father before, and I couldn't do anything about it, so I admitted it. But he is your own son, and even you beat him, do you look at our mother and son unpleasantly! If you don't like us, I'll take him back to my mother's house tomorrow to save you the trouble of your eyes. ”

"I ......" Duanding Hou Ye has never had the powerlessness. You said that he was a marquis, and he was also majestic in the army, but as soon as he returned home, his status plummeted, and no one even listened to him.

Duanmu Ling was on the side, shaking his calves leisurely, eating pastries, and chirping while eating. Well, this pastry is nice and delicious.

Hmph, dare to smash Young Master Ben, Young Master Ben will let you know that the name of the little overlord in the capital is not called in vain.

He didn't dare to contradict Lao Tzu, otherwise it would be him who would be disgraced when it was spread. But he doesn't dare, it doesn't mean that someone doesn't dare!

Look at it! Duanding Hou Ye estimated that he would sleep in the study for a month.

Duanding Hou Ye's provocative gaze at his son became even more angry. "Look at him, like something?"

Mrs. Duandinghou looked back, but saw that her son was already lying on the table, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep. He turned his head in distress, and his anger increased. "You still dare to say it's okay, look at him, how lively and healthy a person used to be, but now he is weak."

What weakness, don't you see him jumping on the roof of the roof now?

Duanding Houye's straight eyes almost hung on the bridge of his nose, only to see someone who had just fallen down raised his head again and continued to chew the pastry in his mouth. A pair of bright eyes winked at him, shaking his little head, not to mention how cheerful he was.

He could even see that behind his buttocks, there was a small tail growing and swinging happily around. If he could grow a pair of wings, he believed, he would have flown by now.

"You...... I...... He...... You ......" Duanding Hou Ye pointed to his wife, then to his son, and then to himself, and suddenly felt that he was the one with a weak chest and weak limbs. What kind of mother and son are these?

"I won't quarrel with you." Duanding Hou Ye decided not to see the same as a woman.

Can't argue, can't he hide?

Behold his other two sons, who are much wiser than he is, and know how to run early, lest they be angry here.