The two naughty children suddenly panicked, "Mom, we really have practiced!"

"Really, mother, you don't know, a thief came to our yard a few nights ago, and my grandparents were not around. It was us who beat the thief away!"

"Yes, if my brother hadn't mastered his fighting skills, that thief wouldn't have been able to escape!"

"Obviously you didn't do a good job of suppressing it!"

"Obviously it's my brother, but you're too scared to stab someone!"

"That person got out of the way!"

"That person is seriously injured. It's my brother who is afraid of you! Just a little bit!"

Mi Die nodded her brother's forehead: "Don't do such impolite actions."

"But, since you all said so, I understand."

In the expectant eyes of the two brothers, Mi Die clenched her fist and made a rattling sound: "It seems that none of you can hit the three-stick shadow, but don't worry, I will supervise your practice, and you will be able to hit it soon.

Already."

"With mother here, you no longer have to worry about being bullied."

Just when the two brothers were crying and looking sad, there was a knock on the door outside. Mi Die went out to take a look and found that it was Li Sang.

She asked: "What's wrong? Is there anything going on over there at Qinglan?"

Lisang shook his head: "No."

After a pause, he said: "I quit my job as a guard."

After a moment of silence, he said again: "Do you need protection?"

"...Huh?" Mi Die was slightly dumbfounded. Looking at Lisang's serious expression, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Mom, who is that uncle?" The two brothers poked their heads in the room and shouted.

Mi Die glared at them, shrugged and said, "Those are my two children, very naughty, right?"

"Yeah." Lisang thought for a while: "Much better than the young master."

Mi Die: "...That's true."

The two of them have watched Jing Zhengwei grow up with their own eyes. Compared with Jing Zhengwei, all children are kind and cute.

Thinking of this, she understood what Lisan meant and couldn't help but feel upset.

Suddenly he saw an eyebrow-leveling stick on the ground, and he immediately paid attention. He kicked it up and held it, saying, "Come to think of it, we haven't competed before, right?"

"without."

"Let's have a fight." Mi Die said: "For us, there is no communication more direct and pure than a fight."

"good."
Chapter completed!