Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Upon hearing this, Mei Lao stunned: "He is still so small..."

"This is what the master said. The child fell, can't help, and he has to teach him to fall and stand up." Cold frost said, slowly stepping forward, his eyes still fall on the little guy: "You have to be yourself Stand up, stand up yourself, only."

The little guy sucked his nose, his mouth was flat, his eyes were red with a pair of watery eyes, and he looked like a grievance. He looked at the cold frost like that and extended his hand to her. The soft and soft voice said: Hey, hug."

The old Mei next can't bear to see, such a small child, how...

"You stand up yourself, you will hold you." Cold frost said, looking at him with encouragement.

The little guy stretched out his hand and sat down. When she saw her not holding him up, she blinked and finally climbed up from the ground. A pair of small hands ooze a trace of blood due to friction, and he handed the hand forward: Hey, whirring."

Wen Yan, cold frost could not help but reveal a smile, pampered him into his arms, touched her head and said the sound, this took his hand and looked: "Blood! But nothing, It would be nice to help you get some medicine."

"Pharmaceutical medicine." The little guy said with joy, raised his hand and put it in front of him, and puffed up the pink mouth and blew: "Whering, screaming, not hurting."

Mei Lao, who was next to him, met and felt gratified and emotional. Sure enough, let him stay right, he is really the best arrangement for him here. Moreover, day by day, I am sensible and pampered. I really want to hold him in the palm of my hand and take good care of it.

Cold cream used water to help him clean his hands, and then took out the ointment and smeared it: "Well, don't touch it, it won't hurt for a while."

"Well, it doesn't hurt." The little guy licked his head and revealed a pure smile.

He turned and went on. He walked more and more steady and went all the way to the courtyard. When he saw Xuanyuan Moser practicing his sword, his eyes lit up and he rushed up.

"Oh." He cried happily and threw himself forward.

Xuanyuan Moze took the sword to the back and caught the little guy who rushed: "Slow."

"Oh, whirring." He directly raised his little hand and looked at him with his eyes open.

Xuanyuan Moze saw him and hugged him up until he sat down: "Is it falling?"

"Fall, hurt." The watery clear eyes looked at him, and the soft and soft voice was very gratifying.

"Nothing, the boy doesn't hurt." Xuanyuan Moze said, touching his head.

All the way to the Mei old heard this, could not help but rolled his eyes. The boy doesn't hurt? What is the reason?

The little guy didn't seem to understand what the boy didn't hurt. So, he raised his hand and put it in front of him. He said with a milky voice: "Fall, hurt, scream."

Wen Yan, Xuanyuan Moze's look is stiff, seems a bit clumsy, and some do not know how to whisper, holding the little guy's hand to look at it, study for a while, finally took out a bottle of medicine, then go there A small layer of medicine was applied to the small abrasions.

"Well, okay," he said, finally looking for a cloth to bandage him and giving him a beautiful bow.

The little guy squinted and looked at himself into a thick and thick hand. He couldn’t help but screamed. He didn’t react at all. He looked at his hand and finally smiled happily: “Floating. ”

In fact, he intended to say beautiful.