The Heartless Mage Chapter 137: Extra – Wuxin and Bai Liuli (4)

Inadvertently, I asked Bai Liuli to get a glass bottle with a rubber mouth. Bai Liuli went out to look around, but found nothing.

Bai Liuli's son has opened his eyes, his eyes are deep blue-black, a bit scheming. Inadvertently scooped goat milk with a small spoon from morning to night to feed him, and it was very troublesome to feed him. He held the baby under the belly of the ewe with one hand, and inadvertently squeezed the goat's teat and sent it to his mouth. The ewe's milk is too abundant, and with a light pinch of her unintentional fingers, the snow-white goat milk sprays the baby's face. The baby cried out loudly, shaking his head, waving his tail and showing his teeth and claws. Bai Liuli heard it in the room, and yelled at Wuxin through the wide open window: "What are you doing?"

Wuxin knelt on the ground and turned her head to answer him, but Bai Liuli cried out in anger, "Don't bully my son!"

Inadvertently took the baby out of the sheep's belly, and retorted angrily: "I want to find a new way to breastfeed!"

Bai Liuli aggressively reached out and pointed at him: "You feed! I want you to feed!"

Wuxin looked at him with his mouth open slightly, like a volcano hidden in his chest. The magma was in his throat, and he could spray white glaze at any time.

"Fuck you." He murmured, walking away with the baby in his arms, trying to avoid Bai Liuli's surveillance. Bai Liuli put his hands in his sleeves all day long and did nothing, just staring at him. The baby was crying a little, and Bai Liuli was about to yell at him in pain.

Babies cry in the evening, and cry when they are fed. Wuxin sits on the big rock outside the door with the baby in his arms, shaking his arms into a cradle helplessly. Confused and heartbroken, Bai Liuli came over and teased her son's tender chin with her fingers. The baby was crying hard, blushing and sweating profusely. Bai Liuli was anxious, and gently touched her son's mouth with her fingertips: "Wuxin, why does he keep crying?"

Wuxin is also confused: "Go and ask a woman who has raised children."

When the voice fell, the baby suddenly became quiet, and his small mouth sucked Bai Liuli's fingertips. As if he had received some kind of comfort, he closed his eyes and sucked occasionally, taking a breath.

Wu Xin suddenly realized: "Oh, he wants a mother! Children are born without a mother!"

Bai Liuli pulled out his fingers—his hands were not clean, so he didn't dare to let his son **** and lick recklessly. A pair of blue eyes looked at Wuxin, he turned his head and suddenly had a brilliant idea. As soon as he stood up, he quickly walked into the room and twisted a wet towel, then returned to Wuxin, and involuntarily ripped open Wuxin's robe. Wrapped in a wet towel, he wiped Wuxin's chest indiscriminately. He grabbed his son and sent it to the other's chest. Wuxin was stunned on the big rock, and saw Bai Liuli accurately and neatly put the baby's mouth on one side of her nipple. And the baby seems to be out of nature, and even grabbed him in one bite.

"Hey, Bai Liuli!" Wuxin was afraid of hurting the child, so she didn't dodge: "You're too much!"

Bai Liuli stared at her son attentively: "Although he is a little younger, the child doesn't understand it. It's good to trick him not to cry."

Inadvertently, she leaned back and ducked, but didn't dodge: "Don't you have it? You lied to yourself!"

Bai Liuli shook her head: "You're not poisonous, just use you!"

Wuxin is so angry that Qiqiao is smoking: "Bai Liuli, I won't have **** with you!"

Bai Liuli then raised her head to face him, her face full of inexplicable: "Why?"

Inadvertently, I was speechless, because there were too many reasons to list them all at once. And Bai Liuli patted his shoulder with one hand: "Let's live on. Since you came, I've been happy every day."

Wu Xin was about to cry: "You are happy, but what about me?"

Bai Liuli lowered her eyes and looked at her son, and answered in a brisk voice, "Ah, I don't know."

Wuxin glared at him for a long time, but Bai Liuli was indifferent. In the end, Wuxin turned his face to the deep night in the distance, his chest was hot, and there was a pig-like living thing.

That night, Wuxin was extremely dejected, and even felt humiliated. Bai Liuli talked to him, but he ignored it, fell on the bed and fell asleep. Bai Liuli didn't sleep, she touched the black to tease her son. The baby was screeching on the bed, his voice was not high, and he had a kind of calmness.

The next day dawned. After eating a large plate of mashed potatoes, Bai Liuli personally used a small spoon to feed her son to drink goat milk. Wuxin originally wanted to take a bath in the river, but took off his robes, but was called back by Bai Liuli halfway through. Holding the baby firmly, he squinted his eyes boredly, watching Bai Liuli scoop up the goat's milk in small spoonfuls and bring it to the baby's small mouth, feeding one drop at a time.

When the goat milk at the bottom of the bowl was exhausted, Bai Liuli scraped the unintentional **** with a small wet spoon, trying to add a bit of milky flavor to this substitute, so as to make it fake. Putting down the spoon and the small bowl, he got up and went around Wuxin, stretched his hand forward again, and squeezed a handful of meat on the opponent's chest: "Son, look, Mom."

Wuxin raised his head unbearably, and complained in a long voice: "Hey—ah—"

The long voice ended, and Wuxin slammed Bai Liuli away with her shoulder: "Are you finished yet?"

Bai Liuli stumbled and sat down. After thinking about it with straight eyebrows, he turned over and got up, but he got into his secret room.

A moment later, he came out with a large embroidered purse. Let Wuxin sit on the bed in the room with the child in his arms. He solemnly closed the doors and windows, then opened his purse in front of Wuxin, and took out a stack of brand new banknotes from it. Holding the banknotes, Xiang Wuxin trembled. He lowered his voice and said, "My money will be yours in the future. Listen to my words, let's live a good life!"

Wu Xin held the baby in one hand, took the banknotes in the other and looked at it: "Which country's money is this?"

Bai Liuli replied solemnly: "It's pounds, three hundred pounds." Then he lowered his head and opened the mouth of his purse: "In addition to pounds, there are dozens of dollars in French currency."

Wanxin nodded thoughtfully: "The pound...is it worth it?"

Bai Liuli raised her eyebrows: "Of course."

The unintentional eyes lit up.

Bai Liuli put the banknotes back into the large purse and tightened the purse. Putting the purse in Wuxin's hand, he lovingly patted Wuxin's arm again.

As soon as Wuxin was free, he clutched Bai Liuli's big purse and thought about it. Looking at the sunset outside the window in the evening, he sat in the dark room, full of active ideas. Bai Liuli and his son were all full and frolicking. Bai Liuli held a piece of grass, first swept Wuxin's chest, and then swept her son's little face. The baby lay in the arms of the unintentional, raised his little hands and chased the blades of grass, chasing after him with laughter. Bai Liuli drew the baby's eyes to Wuxin, and urged in a clear voice: "Eat milk, go, eat his milk!"

The little baby let out an excited "Oh", and then happily jumped at Wuxin under the support of his father.

Wuxin did not make senseless resistance. Looking down at the father and son in front of him, he saw that Bai Liuli was still teasing the baby with a straw.

"It's so annoying!" Wuxin thought to himself: "I have to work again, I have to take care of the baby, and I have to be treated as a plaything by him. Damn, I won't serve you anymore!"

Once Wuxin gave birth to the thought of "not serving", he immediately felt that the world was vast. After more than ten days in this way, he finally waited until Bai Liuli went out again. Tie the baby to the bed with a strip of cloth, he put his purse in his pocket and pulled out a pair of shoes from under the bed to put it on. Pushing open the door and looking around, he saw that there was no one in the distance, so he ran away.

He was prepared and ran all the way to Sichuan, not to mention. It is only said that Bai Liuli went home that night, and she was shocked when she saw that there were no lights in the dark house from a distance. When he was close to the door, he could hear the baby crying in the room, and the iron pot outside the room was deserted. Pushing the door and entering the room, he saw his son pulling and urinating on the bed, out of breath. The ewes outside the door also baa, making people disturbed by the noise.

In a hurry, he squeezed the goat's milk and blocked his son's mouth. He ran around the front of the baby room with his arms in his arms. As he ran, he heard himself gasping for breath: "Wuxin!" He shouted loudly: "Heartless!"

The four fields are silent, where can anyone answer?

Bai Liuli hugged her son with one hand, flew on her horse and ran into the distance, continuing to shout as she ran: "Wuxin! Wuxin, come back!"

In the middle of the night, Bai Liuli went home with her tired crying son.

He was hoarse himself. Pulling off the sheets and throwing them on the ground, he took his son and lay down on the bed. Suddenly his eyes widened, he sat up straight with a carp, and felt from the bed to the bed, and found that his big purse was gone.

The people are gone, and the money is gone. He hasn't eaten a single bite since noon. Wuxin clearly promised to live with him, but quietly ran away with the money. Thinking that Wuxin lied to herself, Bai Liuli trembled with anger. He grabbed the bedding with both hands and twisted it for a while. He couldn't understand his hatred. He clenched his fists and slammed the bed board down. Then he started to roll all over the bed, moaning as he rolled. The baby lay in the corner of the bed, looking at his father with wide eyes curiously, forgot to even cry.

Bai Liuli thumped the bed board to the sound of a mountain, and rolled under the bed with a "gu dong". He sat up, pulling his robe and belt, while stretching his legs and kicking the wall in front of him. He stomped on the wall as if his feet were beating drums. He trembled and scolded "liar", then bit his fingers and got up and rushed out, kneeling on the ground in front of the door and screaming in the sky. With both hands, he grabbed the grass that had been gnawed by the ewe. Suddenly, he saw a rice bowl that Wuxin often used placed next to the pot. He ran over to pick up the bowl, lifted it high and threw it on the grass, then stepped on the bowl one by one into the soil: "Liar, liar!"

Bai Liuli kept making noise outside the door until dawn, but still couldn't fully vent her anger. The iron pan has been thrown somewhere by him, and the stove made of stones has also been dismantled by him. He wiped the black ashes on his face, and rolled his face with grass clippings all over his face. Finally, sitting up amidst the cries of his son in the room, he leaned over and hit the ground, raised his head and slapped his two big mouths. Finally, he raised his sleeves and wiped his eyes, and he cried too.

——End of the story