The Miracle Doctor's Two-Faced Toddler Chapter 1197: Super Dabao!

Chapter 1197: Super Dabao!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The white-haired old man looked at Dabao’s cold expression and really did not understand where a child got the courage to do such a thing to a Heaven Realm Venerable.

However, now was not the time to think about the answer. The white-haired old man could clearly realize that Dabao was serious. If he did not pick the fruits, he would let the Sacred Luan throw him into the abyss.

In the past, not to mention a bottomless abyss, he would even have the guts to barge into the Nine Dragons Abyss. However, his strength had yet to recover. Discretion is the better part of valor!

Although picking fruits was also dangerous, if he was careful, the chances of survival were still higher than falling into the abyss.

“Ahem.” The white-haired old man cleared his throat. “How many do you want?”

Unexpectedly, Dabao did not let the Sacred Luan bring the white-haired old man back immediately. Instead, he continued to write: I’ll give you another chance to reorganize your words.

The white-haired old man was stunned. Could it be that his answer was wrong? Didn’t you want me to pick fruits for you? I asked you how many to eat. Isn’t this answer sincere enough? Wait, what did he say just now?

“You’re already so fat, yet you still eat!” An idea flashed across the white-haired old man’s mind. He chuckled and said, “I said that I’m so fat. How can I still eat? You’re not fat, you’re so cute that you’re inflated!”

Yan Xiaosi sobbed and finally stopped crying. So he wasn’t asking him to pick fruits. He was just asking him to say a few flattery words. The white-haired old man heaved a sigh of relief. However, in the next second, Dabao wrote again: A hundred.

The white-haired old man was stunned for a long time before he realized that Dabao was answering his question just now. Was there a need to make such a big leap? He almost couldn’t answer!

Also, what was with a hundred? Was he going to pluck it himself until dawn?

There was no room for negotiation. Dabao asked the Sacred Luan to throw the white-haired old man into the garden. This time, Dabao was relieved to let him go alone and did not ask the Sacred Luan to supervise him.

The reason why he suddenly felt at ease with him was not because Dabao had made a mistake with inconsistent logic, but because the entire orchard was enveloped in a huge black fog. The empty gra.s.sland they were on was the only “pure land”, and it could also be called the only exit. As long as the white-haired old man still wanted to live well, he would definitely pick the fruits and return to this open s.p.a.ce as soon as possible.

The Sacred Luan stayed in the open s.p.a.ce to protect them.

The white-haired old man naturally guessed Dabao’s plan. He could not help but be puzzled. This child’s decision had changed several times, and every time, he had weighed the pros and cons to the extreme. In the cave, this child knew that letting the Sacred Luan bring him to test the way back was the best strategy. When searching for food, this child also understood that bringing everyone along was the best strategy. Now that he was picking fruits, of course, it was the best strategy to take the risk alone. After all, he had to return to the open s.p.a.ce. Moreover, if he accidentally alerted the enemy, the Sacred Luan outside could immediately bring the four of them away.

The white-haired old man began to be curious. What kind of parents could give birth to such a freak?

That’s right. His definition of Dabao had changed from smart to strange to freak.

Fortunately, there were many fruits in this orchard. He had already picked many before he even walked in. He did not know what fruits these were. He had never seen them in his life. Every one of them was about the size of a goose egg and was red. The skin was soft and felt heavy in his hand, as if it was full of water.

He plucked randomly and wrapped it in his hem. He returned to the open s.p.a.ce in a panic and poured the fruits on the ground.

Dabao glanced at it indifferently and wrote: There are still seven left.

The white-haired old man was immediately speechless! Have you counted? How did you know that there are still seven left?

The white-haired old man refused to believe it and counted them one by one. d.a.m.n it! Ninety-three! So when you said a hundred, it was really a hundred in the literal sense. Was it really good for a four-year-old child to be so precise? I f*cking thought that I had plucked more than a hundred, more than enough!

“Aiya, we’re just short of seven… Ah—” Before the white-haired old man could finish speaking, he was slapped back into the courtyard by the Sacred Luan.

The Sacred Luan was blocking the side, looking like it would not let him out until he finished picking. The white-haired old man felt bitter. He did not say anything. He obediently plucked seven. Actually, he could have picked more, but for some reason, he was always worried that the number he picked was wrong and that child would cause trouble for him again.

When the white-haired old man placed the last seven red fruits in front of Dabao, Dabao nodded in satisfaction.

Dabao gave the white-haired old man a red fruit. The white-haired old man smiled. “You still know how to show respect to your elders. There’s still hope.”

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and ate the red fruit. The red fruit’s skin was very thick and astringent, but the pulp inside was very sweet. It was milky white and looked like a stalact.i.te, but the taste was similar to melted b.u.t.termilk.

When Dabao saw that he had finished eating, he wrote to his two younger brothers, “It’s not poisonous, you guys eat too.”

The white-haired old man choked. So it turned out that you were f*cking testing the poison on me!!!

The way he frowned when he ate the skin was so astringent that the three little eggs saw it, so the three little eggs decisively threw the skin away and only drank the pulp inside. To them, it tasted very similar to goat milk, but it was sweeter and thicker.

Yan Xiaosi looked at the milky white pulp and was instantly tempted. “Waah!”

Dabao took a few fruits and squeezed the pulp into the milk bottle for Yan

Xiaosi to drink. Yan Xiaosi knew that this was not milk, so she did not ask Dabao to nurse her. She sat on the ground and obediently drank from the milk bottle.

“Gulp The Sacred Luan looked at these fruits and seemed to be a little craving.

Dabao gave it twenty fruits. Unexpectedly, the Sacred Luan pushed the twenty fruits back to Dabao. The Sacred Luan touched the shriveled fruit skin they had eaten with its beak.

Dabao thought for a while and picked up a fruit skin. He opened it and took out the fruit core inside. He asked it with his eyes, “Do you want to eat this?”

The Sacred Luan flapped its wings excitedly. Then, it took a few steps back and distanced itself from Dabao. It opened its big beak. Dabao roughly understood

what it meant. He threw the fruit core. The Sacred Luan raised its head and caught it, swallowing the fruit core. In the next second, it spat out a flame.

Everyone was stunned!

The big bird… could actually breathe fire?

The Sacred Luan seemed to be very satisfied with the commotion it had caused, or perhaps it was very happy with the fire. It handed another fruit skin to Dabao and continued to take a few steps back, waiting for Dabao to feed it.

Dabao fed it another one. After it ate it, it spat out another flame.

“Waah, waah, waah!” Yan Xiaosi stopped drinking the pulp and clapped her hands excitedly. Dabao looked at the Sacred Luan in confusion.

Children’s focus was always a little childish, but the white-haired old man was different. What kind of fruit was this? Could the Sacred Luan breathe fire after eating the fruit core? Could he breathe fire?

He decisively dug out his fruit core. The fruit core was about the size of an ordinary peach core. It was a little difficult to eat it, but if it could spew fire, there was no harm in trying.

The white-haired old man decisively swallowed the fruit core. He wanted to spew fire too! In the end, he did not know if he could spew fire, but he choked on it!

Dabao stopped after playing with the Sacred Luan three times. His mother had said that fire was the most powerful weapon in nature. When they encountered invincible ferocious beasts, holding the fire seed in their hands could make them afraid. Since that was the case, they should keep these fruit cores for critical moments.

The Sacred Luan was a little unsatisfied, but Dabao told it that these fruit cores were all its. In the future, it would be the only one who played with this. It was happy again.

The four siblings ate a total of twenty fruits. After feeding them the three fruit cores, there were still seventeen left.

Dabao poured out the books from his two brothers’ schoolbags and put the remaining fruits in them. The fruit core was small, so it was placed in the pocket of Yan Xiaosi’s s.h.i.+rt.

After watching it breathe fire three times, Yan Xiaosi could probably establish a connection between the fruit core and fire. She patted her pocket and was very satisfied with Dabao’s decision.

Xiaobao looked at the homework that was in a mess in the wind and pursed his lips. “Don’t you want the homework I just finished?”

Er’bao nodded seriously. “That’s right. What if the teacher asks?”

Dabao glanced at his two younger brothers from the corner of his eye. He picked up the blank homework on the ground and flipped it open. Did you really write it?

Xiaobao, who never did homework: ‘

Er’bao, who was fis.h.i.+ng in troubled waters: ‘

A strong wind blew past, and the thick fog spread violently, instantly enveloping the entire world. They could not distinguish their direction, so they could only temporarily rest on the spot and wait for dawn.

The white-haired old man fainted from the fruit core. The Sacred Luan lay on the ground, and the three little eggs snuggled into its arms. Yan Xiaosi snuggled into Dabao’s arms, and the Sacred Luan protected them with its wings.

“Dabao, I miss Mom.”

“I miss Mom too, I also miss Daddy.”

“Waah, wah, wah.”

Dabao patted his siblings’ heads. “Go to sleep. I’ll bring you home.”

Xiaobao muttered in a daze, “Dabao… did you speak…’

The night was quiet, and everyone was breathing evenly. However, at this moment, a black vine grew out of the ground. Like the demonic claws of a ghost, it silently wrapped around Yan Xiaosi’s ankle..