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Xiaoli stood in his original position, looking at the close proximity of his golden eyes, he pointed at his face in shock: "You, you, you …"

The man did not speak any further with Xiaoli. With a light curve of his lips, he lowered his golden eyes and stuffed the umbrella handle into Xiaoli's hands.

The shadow guard was stunned for a moment. He instinctively looked in the direction the little gongzi pointed, but apart from the hazy rain, he could not see anything clearly.

"Young master, are you seeing things?" The guard asked uncertainly.

Golden eyes. In this world, other than demons, how could there be a person with golden eyes?

Are my eyes playing tricks on me?

Xiaoli's experience just now was only for an instant, maybe the rain was really too big, and he was wrong.

Or was it light?

His mother had told him about some optical principles. Although they were complicated, they seemed to be related to the surrounding environment and were a type of theory that affected one's vision.

Thinking about it this way, Xiaoli believed it. After all, a person with golden eyes, no matter how you hear it, would find it absurd.

"Young master, we need to hurry. The rain is getting heavier and heavier."

The sound of rain striking against the parachute surface was extremely ear-piercing, and brought with it a kind of surging and vigorous energy. Xiaoli pulled back his neck, looked at his bosom, and asked Pearl: "Pearl, are you alright?"

Pearl let out a weak "jie jie" sound.

Xiaoli quickly covered the pearls up carefully, held up the umbrella, and rushed back to the tavern.

Liu Wei quietly waited in the main hall of the inn as she listened to the sounds of rain outside.

Only when he heard the familiar hurrying footsteps did Liu Wei finally regain his senses and look towards the outside of the tavern.

Xiaoli walked in wet but did not come close. He only stood under the roof, looked through the opened door and carefully peeked inside.

When Liu Wei turned around, he was looking at his mother.

The mother and son looked at each other.

Liu Wei's expression was calm, but Xiaoli's face was nervous.

At this time, Rong Ling also put down the book in his hand, and called out to Xiaoli who was outside: "Come in."

Xiaoli hesitated but he did not move.

Rong Ling looked at Liu Wei, and saw that he was staring at Xiaoli with a somewhat terrifying gaze. He sighed, stood up, and then pulled Xiaoli's hand.

As if finding her savior, Xiaoli hurriedly hid behind the Uncle Rong and tightly held onto Rong Ling's clothes with her small hands.

Pearl stuck her head out from Xiaoli's embrace, realizing that they had reached their destination, she quickly flew out and shook off the wet feathers on her body.

Flapping its wings, it flew in front of Liu Wei and let out a "jie jie" sound.

Liu Wei's gaze turned as he looked at the pearl.

Those eyes were cold and icy.

The pearl, which had originally intended to act like a spoiled child, suddenly trembled. Then, without any sense of loyalty, it spread its wings and flew straight up the beam.

Hiding behind the beams, ignoring Xiaoli.

Xiaoli wanted to call out to it, but the pearl was already gone. Xiaoli had no other choice, he continued to drag Uncle Rong, now the only one that could save him.

Liu Wei's gaze was always on Xiaoli, and his eyes were very deep and very serious.

Xiaoli was very afraid. She always felt that this kind of silent mother was even more terrifying than one who directly beat him up.

"Father..." He spoke softly and apologetically, "I was wrong."

Then he raised his chubby little hands and said, "You can hit me."

Liu Wei frowned and suddenly stood up.

Xiaoli thought that his mother was really going to hit him, so he quickly retracted his hand and hid into Rong Ling's embrace.

But Liu Wei just turned and went upstairs.

Seeing that slender figure slowly disappearing, Xiaoli curled her lips and cried.

"Uncle Rong, you lied to me. You said that my father would not be angry." Xiaoli complained angrily as she smashed Uncle Rong's chest with her small fist.

Rong Ling grabbed his little claws, pursed her lips, and looked up the stairs, frowning slightly.

Liu Wei was still angry?

Maybe he was angry, but Rong Ling felt that Liu Wei's current mood was more of an unease.

But, what was Liu Wei worrying about? Xiaoli had already safely appeared before her eyes, what else was there for her to be worried about?

However, he did not know the reason, and perhaps Liu Wei herself might not know either.

It was very quiet in the tavern. Jin Nanyun and Floating Life stayed in their room and did not come out. The shopkeeper and the waiter sent their breakfast over and left.

In the large hall downstairs, only Xiaoli and Rong Ling were sitting facing each other. Xiaoli took down a large package from his back, solemnly placed it on the table, then unpacked it.

Sure enough, within the bag, there was a colourful skull.

At this moment, there was a flash of thunder, followed by lightning. It lit up the dark misty sky outside as if it was daytime.

The white light flashed for a split-second, contrasting with the colourful skull, it added a little sinister and evil aura.

But Xiaoli did not feel that it was evil.

He took out a red ribbon from his bag, carefully tied a butterfly knot on the dazzling skeleton, and pushed it towards Rong Ling: "No matter what, Uncle Rong has helped me a lot. According to the promise, this is my gift to you."

Such a sincere gift, it seemed that he should accept it.

"No need, you keep it." Rong Ling said sincerely.

However, Xiaoli felt that Uncle Rong was being too courteous. He pushed his bones a little further forward and said sincerely: "I will find even better skeletons in the future, but my father taught me that I must repay his kindness. Uncle Rong, you really don't have to be courteous to me."

Rong Ling went silent.

Xiaoli said: "I hope this gift can bring good luck to Uncle Rong."

Rong Ling became even more silent...

With regards to the matter of a head bringing good luck, Rong Ling did not hold any expectations.

But seeing that Xiaoli was so enthusiastic, Rong Ling still agreed symbolically, but asked: "Can I give it to someone else?"

Xiaoli was startled for a moment, and then he asked in an injured tone: "Uncle Rong, you don't like it?"

"I like it." Rong Ling said, "But there is someone that I like more than me."

Xiaoli thought for a moment, then looked at the second floor, and nodded: "Mn, my father should like it more. If Uncle Rong wants to gift it to my father, I have no objections."

Rong Ling raised his hand and caressed Xiaoli's head, and said: "I understand now."

Xiaoli looked up and laughed: "I will grow up."

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