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The teahouse was located outside the city, and since it was also used to enter and leave the capital, the business was better. At this time, seven or eight tables were already occupied by five guests, but each of the new guests had asked for one.

The owner of the teahouse was a bit embarrassed, but it was not good to offend the guests, so he could only patiently ask the two of them what they wanted.

Liu Wei was just tired, so he asked for a pot of tea.

Liu Wei opened two teacups, and said indifferently: "Sit."

Liu Xiaoli carefully sat in front of his mother.

At this moment, the boss served two pots of tea. Seeing that it was another child, he asked, "Young Master, do you want to eat something?"

Xiaoli flew for so long, using so much inner strength, he was also hungry. Just as he was about to order the noodles, he caught a glimpse of his mother's raised eyes, and immediately suppressed the words that were in her throat. He shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, I don't want anything."

The teahouse owner left in disappointment.

Liu Wei lifted the teapot, poured two cups of tea, one for Xiaoli and one for himself.

Xiaoli hurriedly took the teacup. Because it was too hot, he could only hold it in his hands and drink.

Liu Wei waved his teacup, looked at the tea leaves inside, and didn't have any expression on his face.

"Boss." At this time, Rong Ling spoke.

The tea house owner immediately stepped forward and asked, "What other orders do you have for me?"

"Give me a bowl of Yangchun Noodle, and give it to the child at that table."

Liu Xiaoli's eyes immediately lit up, but before he could even get excited, he heard his mother say indifferently, "If you dare to eat, then don't acknowledge me."

Liu Wei's voice was not loud, Liu Xiaoli heard it, Rong Ling heard it, and so did the teahouse owner.

The three of them immediately looked at Liu Wei.

Liu Wei just calmly blew on the hot tea and took a peck.

Rong Ling lowered her voice and said: "Being angry is being angry, don't be hungry for children."

Liu Wei did not even raise an eyelid: "My child, what does it have to do with you?"

Rong Ling frowned.

Liu Xiaoli pursed her lips, not daring to speak.

However, the owner of the tea house was very embarrassed and asked, "Then, guest, what about the noodles? Do you want it? "

Rong Ling: "Yes."

Liu Wei: "No."

The man with the tea leaves smiled wryly. "Why don't you two agree on calling me 'little one'?"

However, Rong Ling said: "There's no need to discuss it, you can go and prepare."

Liu Wei shot a cold glance at it, and snorted: "Since you've brought it up, Xiaoli won't eat it either."

Rong Ling looked at Liu Wei and lowered his voice, "Stop messing around."

Liu Wei didn't even look at Rong Ling as he threw down a silver tael and left with his son.

Rong Ling threw a few coins out and followed along.

The tea shop owner held two taels of silver in his hand and called out from behind, "Sir, there's no need for so much money. I need to find some money for you …"

The three of them had long since disappeared.

Unexpectedly, when the owner of the teahouse turned around, he saw a sickly man with pale skin and deep eye sockets standing behind him.

The shop owner was taken aback. Then, he realized who it was and hurriedly said, "Dear guest, you scared the hell out of me. But what would you like to know?"

The sickly man didn't reply. He only looked at the direction that Liu Wei and the other two left in with his frightful eyes.

The owner of the tea house looked at the sickly man in a daze. While he was lost in his thoughts, another dark-skinned man walked over. He grabbed the sickly man by the shoulders and said in a low voice, "Calm down, they are not here for us."

Wasn't it directed at him?

He turned his head to the side and looked at his companions with an ugly expression.

His companion, however, tightened his fingers and pulled Mo Yi back onto the stool. He asked Mo Yi to sit down and then said to the teahouse owner, "Prepare a crate of steamed buns."

The owner of the teahouse agreed happily.

After a while, the steamed buns were sent out.

His companion paid the silver and wrapped the steamed bun in a bundle. Carrying the bundle, he helped to stand up tacitly.

The two of them walked towards the direction of the dock. Their movements were very slow, probably because of their internal injuries.

On the other side, Liu Wei was already far away with his son, but Rong Ling still pursued him relentlessly.

Xiaoli tugged on his mother's sleeve and said pitifully: "Father, they are all escaping."

Liu Wei expressionlessly walked forward.

Xiaoli then said: "I saw it correctly, that person's back is definitely the murderer, and the one beside the murderer is his companion. But strangely, they were clearly under the watch of the Uncle Rong, when did they escape? They actually managed to leave the capital without anyone noticing. If it wasn't for the fact that we just happened to see them, we might have already gone far. "

Liu Wei did not say anything, she only looked behind her, and saw the noble prince with the skin of a dog, she frowned and increased her pace.

However, Xiaoli was very anxious, "Father … really don't care about them? "

"I don't care." Liu Wei said snappily: "A dignified Zhenge Sect doesn't even care about such things, why should I, as a commoner, care about such things?"

Liu Xiaoli pouted, and also looked back: "Why doesn't Uncle Rong care?"

Liu Wei actually knew in his heart, and it was not that he was ignoring them. It was just that all of this should be within Rong Ling's plans and control.

Therefore, Liu Wei believed that they were escaping on purpose.

Liu Wei had actually also noticed the two people just now, hence he left without finishing his cup of tea.

She was afraid that she would disrupt Rong Ling's plans.

However, he was already so stiff with Rong Ling, why did he still need to help him cover?

Thinking about that, Liu Wei's stomach filled with anger, she immediately activated her movement technique and leapt into the air, her figure and figure disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Rong Ling's movements were fast as well. Seeing that Liu Wei had moved, he also followed suit and gave chase, causing Liu Wei to stay within his line of sight without missing a beat.

Time slowly passed, from afternoon to night, Liu Xiaoli saw that the sun was about to set, and he truly did not have any strength left. He sat down on the ground, and said softly: "I'm not going, I'm not going anymore."

Liu Wei stopped and looked at his son.

Behind them, Rong Ling also stopped and stood ten steps away from them.

Liu Wei glanced at Rong Ling, and grabbed his son unhappily: "Let's go."

Liu Xiaoli refused to budge even in death: "No way! "We won't leave!" As Xiaoli said that, he waved to the sky, and the pearl that was following them all the way down landed in his arms.

Xiaoli hugged the little black bird, feeling extremely wronged.

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