Little linana stood at the same place, looked at the golden eyes close by, and pointed to his face in surprise: "you, you..." The man didn't talk to Xiao Li much. He leaned his lips and lowered his golden eyes. He put the umbrella into Xiao Li's hand, got up and left quickly! Until the black figure disappeared quickly, Xiaoli suddenly turned to look at the oil paper umbrella in his hand. He grabbed his head in surprise and doubted that he had read it wrong. The golden eyes! "Little boy?" Dark Wei looks at little childe dazed, and calls out worried. Xiaoli raised her head and pointed to the direction where the figure disappeared, saying: "gold, gold..." Dark Wei is confused: "what?" "Eyes." "The eyes of that man, unlike ours, are golden," said Xiao Li, dancing Dark Wei Leng for a moment, the conditional reflection along the direction of the little childe points to look at the past, but in addition to the hazy rain curtain, nothing can be seen clearly. "Young master, are you dazzled?" Dark Wei asked indefinitely. Golden eyes, in this world, except for monsters, where can there be golden eyes. Dazzled? Xiao Li's experience is only in a moment. Maybe it's really raining too much. He's wrong. Or light refraction? His mother told him about the optical principle, which is very complicated, but it seems to be a theory that the surrounding environment affects the field of vision. In such a way, Xiao Li believed that, after all, people with golden eyes, how to listen, are somewhat absurd. "Young master, let's hurry. It's raining harder and harder." The crash of the rain hit the umbrella of the paper umbrella. It was a harsh sound, with a kind of vigorous surging. Xiaoli shrunk his neck, looked into his arms, and asked the Pearl, "Pearl, are you ok?" Pearl weak "Jie Jie" two voices. Xiaoli quickly covered the Pearl carefully, held up her umbrella and hurried to the inn. Liu Wei is waiting in the lobby of the inn, listening to the rain outside. For a while, her heart fluctuates. Until the familiar footsteps came in a hurry, Liu Wei suddenly returned to her mind and looked at the door of the inn. Xiao Li walked in wet, he didn't come near, just stood under the eaves, peeped carefully through the open door. When Liu Wei turned her head, Xiao Li was also looking at her mother. The eyes of the mother and the son met. Liu Wei's face is calm, and Xiao Li's face is tense. At this time, Rong Ling put down the book in his hand and called to Xiao Li outside the door, "come in." Xiaoli hesitated and did not move. Rong Ling looks at Liu Wei. Seeing that Liu Wei is staring at Xiao Li with a kind of terrible eyes, he sighs, gets up and pulls Xiao Li's hand. Xiaoli seems to find a straw to save her life. She compresses it behind uncle Rong and grabs hold of Rong Ling's clothes. At this time, pearl poked out her head from Xiaoli's arms and found that she had arrived at the destination. Then she flew out smartly and shook her wet feathers. Fluttering and flapping his wings, he flew to Liu Wei and raised his head to call "Jie Jie". Liu Wei's eyes turn slightly and look at the Pearl. The eyes were cold and cold. The Pearl, who was going to be coquettish, shivered at once. Then, with no sense of righteousness, she spread her wings and flew straight up to the beam. Hiding behind the pillars of the beams, no matter Xiaoli. Xiaoli wants to call it, but the pearl is gone. Xiaoli can't help it, so she has to continue to drag uncle Rong. Now only uncle Rong can save him. Rong Leng reaches out to pick up Xiao Li, walks to Liu Wei and sits down. Liu Wei's eyes have been looking at Xiao Li. They are very deep and serious. Xiaoli is afraid. She always feels that such a silent mother is more terrible than beating him directly. "Dad..." He spoke softly and apologized, "I'm wrong." Then he raised his hands and said, "hit me." Liu Wei frowns and stands up Xiaoli thinks that her mother really wants to beat herself, hurry to tighten her hand and hide in the arms of Rong Leng. But Liu Wei just turned around and went upstairs. Watching the thin figure disappear slowly, Xiaoli's mouth turned and cried. "Uncle Rong, you lied to me. You said my father was not angry." Xiaoli angrily complains, and the little fist smashes uncle Rong's chest. Rong Leng grabs his little claw, purses his lips, looks up the stairs, and frowns slightly. Liu Wei is still angry? Maybe angry, but Rong Ling feels that Liu Wei's mood at the moment is more uneasy. But what is Liu Wei upset about? Xiaoli has appeared safely in front of her eyes. What else can she worry about? It seems that Liu Wei is in such a state of anxiety since last night. But the reason, he does not know, perhaps Liu Wei himself, also does not necessarily know.The inn was very quiet. Jinnanyun and Fusheng stayed in the room, but they didn't come out. The shopkeeper and the waiter gave the breakfast, and then they left.

Downstairs in the lobby, only Xiaoli and rongling sit opposite each other. Xiaoli takes a big package from his back, places it on the table solemnly, and unfolds it.

Sure enough, there was a colorful skull in the package.

At this time, a thunderclap flashed by, then the lightning split, the original dark fog outside the sky, a moment as bright as day.

The flash of white light set off the colorful skull, adding a bit of gloom and evil.

Xiaoli didn't think it was evil.

He pulled out a red belt from his bag, carefully tied a bow to the brilliant skeleton, and then pushed it to Rong Leng: "in any case, uncle Rong has helped me a lot. According to the promise, I will give this to you."

It seems that you should accept such a sincere gift.

However, looking at this obviously ugly skeleton, it is necessary to tie a bow. It's really edgy and can't be liked.

"No, you can keep it." Let Leng say sincerely.

Xiao Li felt that uncle Rong was polite. He pushed forward and said sincerely, "I will find a better skeleton in the future, but my father taught me that if I get the favor from others, I must return it. Uncle Rong, you really don't have to be polite to me."

Allow Leng to be silent.

"I hope this gift will bring good luck to Uncle Rong," Li said

Rong Ling is more silent

For a head will bring good luck this kind of thing, Rong Leng does not hold any expectation.

But for the sake of Xiaoli's enthusiasm, rongling is still a symbolic promise, but he asked, "can you transfer it to others?"

Small Li Leng for a while, very hurt: "allow uncle you don't like?"

"I like it." "But some people like it better than me," said Rong Ling

Xiaoli thought for a moment, looked to the second floor, then nodded: "well, my father should like it better. If Uncle Rong wants to give it to my father, I have no problem."

Rong Leng raised his hand and touched Xiao Li's head, saying, "I'm sensible."

Xiaoli looked up and smiled, "I will grow up."