The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Yan Jiuchao was in the room with three black little black eggs. The little black eggs just took a bath, they didn't dress properly, and ran around the room with their little buttocks bare.

Yan Jiuchao carried them to the stool one by one in each hand.

"Sit down." He said calmly.

After saying that, he took a few small clothes and started to dress his son carefully. If he became a ghost king, some things were imprinted in his instincts, for example, loving Yu Wan, or taking care of a few little black eggs.

While Smelly Daddy was dressing Dabao, Xiaobao stretched out a little foot meanly, and slowly landed on the ground. He slid down the stool, glanced at Smelly Daddy, saw that Smelly Daddy didn't pay attention to him, whoosh Run to the door!

He stepped out with one short leg, and when he was about to step out the other, a powerful internal force sucked his whole body back, and he was firmly grasped in Smelly Daddy's hand.

Yan Jiuchao grabbed the clothes on Yan Xiaobao's back like he was holding a baby.

Xiaobao sighed helplessly, drooped his little head, and gave up resisting.

Yan Jiuchao put Xiaobao on the stool and began to dress Erbao.

Xiaobao escaped again in a cheap way.

Naturally, Yan Jiuchao caught him again.

Daddy or something, it's so uncute!

The three little black eggs put on their clothes, held hands, and jumped up and down to find their mother.

When Ying Shisan entered the room, Yan Jiuchao was flipping through a few classics taken from the library of Sikong's house. Don't look at the seemingly absurd status of this identity, but it actually gave him a lot of convenience. Shura secrets that no clan can find.

Their Shura is the most talented Shura, but if there are no martial arts cheats suitable for him, he will be like a piece of rough jade that cannot be carved, and it will always be difficult to exert his maximum strength.

"Young Master." Ying Thirteen saluted, "What are you looking at?"

Yan Jiuchao closed the book, handed it to him and said, "Give it to Grandma."

"Yes." Ying Thirteen brought the secret book over.

"What's the matter?" Yan Jiuchao asked when he saw that he hadn't left.

Ying Thirteen told about the matter between Patriarch Sikong and the Holy Maiden Lan Yi: "...The father of Concubine Yun may not be the Shen family, but the ancestor of the Sikong family. The subordinates are worried that the Holy Maiden will also find out this secret. , will pretend to be the young lady and go to Mingshan to recognize relatives."

Recognizing relatives is still a trivial matter, I am afraid that after she recognizes her, she will use Patriarch Sikong to deal with them in turn.

With the face she is wearing now, the possibility of getting away with it is really not small.

The three little black eggs could recognize Yu Wan because Yu Wan hadn't changed at all in terms of body shape or gait, even if it was just a back view, they could still recognize her.

Patriarch Sikong may not be.

Yan Jiuchao tapped lightly on the table a few times with his fingertips: "Prepare the car."

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and Mingshan is silent.

Under Huazhi's support, the saint successfully entered the Sikong mansion, and came to the foot of Mingshan through the secret road of Mingshan.

Hua Zhi saluted, and said anxiously: "Holy Maiden, this servant will send you here, you must be careful, if anything goes wrong, don't be in a fight, leave as soon as possible."

love war?

Who has the guts to fight Patriarch Sikong?

Even the combined skill of that group of people would not be enough in front of the ancestor.

The thought flashed, and the saint raised her hand lightly: "You step back, the old man doesn't like to be disturbed by outsiders."

"Yes." Huazhi stepped back tactfully.

The saint had the qualification to enter Mingshan, but it was the first time to walk in the secret road. She looked around, found the direction of Chaoyang Temple, and walked over.

In order to play that girl better, she gained a lot of weight, and she stuffed a few more clothes, she did look a little chubby, that girl didn't grow up beside the ancestor, and the ancestor didn't care about her body and breath. I don't know, the only proof is this face which is somewhat similar to that of the Holy Maiden of Ranyi.

But when it comes to the breath of the saint, the saint is not worried. Who made that girl carry a saint in her stomach? To some extent, the breath of the two of them is enough to confuse the real one.

As long as she doesn't reveal the martial arts of the temple, the ancestor won't find any flaws.

Of course, there is still the possibility of being discovered, so what awaits her will be an extremely cruel ending, but at this point, she has no way out, not to mention that she has never been a timid person, the greater the risk , the greater the benefits, she understands the rules of the game better than anyone else.

The saint continued to walk towards Chaoyang Temple.

When she just walked under a banyan tree, she heard a burst of familiar footsteps.

She hurriedly dodged behind the banyan tree, gathered herself together, poked her head out to have a look, and saw Sikong Changfeng strolling in with a lantern.

He was dressed in white, handsome and suave in the night.

The saint suddenly thought of the appearance of the two when they were young. Compared with Sikong Yun's idiot, Sikong Changfeng seemed to be more of a gentleman. Too kind and upright, not easy to be manipulated——

"Hey!"

Sikong Changfeng's cry interrupted the saintess' thoughts.

The saint looked towards Sikong Changfeng.

At this time, Sikong Changfeng should not have appeared in Mingshan, but who made Xiaohua hungry again?

There are Gu kings everywhere in Mingshan, and each one is not low in level. They were raised by Sikong Changfeng for Wan Gu kings. Since the arrival of the little Gu Gu, they have become the rations of the little Gu Gu.

Of course, the little Gu is just a young Gu, it is not the opponent of this group of old thousand Gu kings, but there are thousands of Gu kings sitting in the town, and the thousand Gu kings dare not defy its coercion, so they can only obediently let the fox pretend to be a tiger. The little Gu Gu ate his companions one by one.

When the little Gu Gu eats and drinks enough, his progress becomes very fast.

Sikong Changfeng still remembered that when he entered Mingshan, Xiaohua couldn't even defeat one of the Gu kings here, but now he can beat several of them by himself.

Every time it kills one, it will show off in front of the Ten Thousand Gu King, and the old monk of the Ten Thousand Gu King is in meditation, and he doesn't even bother to look at it.

In front of the Thousand Gu King, the little Gu Gu sucked the Thousand Gu King away!

Sikong Changfeng said: "Okay Xiaohua, let's eat here today and come back tomorrow."

After eating several of them, Sikong Changfeng worried that if he ate more, he would have too much tonic.

The little Gu smacked his lips in an unsatisfactory manner, and jumped onto the body of the Wan Gu King, the little claws paralyzed, and lay still on the stomach.

Sikong Changfeng put the two Gu kings into the jade bottle, turned around and went back to the secret passage of Sikong Mansion, but suddenly, his eyes froze: "Who?!"

The saint's eyebrows twitched!

"My lord, it's me. You left something in the Chaoyang Palace during the day, and I'm about to send it to you." A young disciple from the Chaoyang Palace came over with a jade fracture fan.

Sikong Changfeng dispelled the vigilance between his brows, and said gently: "Thank you."

The little disciple cupped his hands and said: "You're welcome, it's getting late, I'll go back to serve the ancestor first, Eldest Young Master, take your leave."

"Farewell." Sikong Changfeng took the jade bottle and folding fan and walked over to the other side of the banyan tree.

It wasn't until he completely disappeared into the night that the saintess breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the breath was not over yet, and the saint suddenly felt a suffocating coercion, as if a thick mountain was crushed down! The dark clouds rolled over from the sky, covering the stars and the bright moon, the surroundings became dim, the leaves rustled, the birds fluttered, and the gus flinched!

The saint didn't even have time to react, she felt a pain in her chest, her tendons reversed, and scarlet blood flowed out from her seven orifices.

In order not to expose her power, the saint had taken a short-acting Hua Gong Powder before she came. Now that she has no power, she can't bear this destructive aura at all.

Her knees bent down, and she knelt down on the ground with a plop. She covered her chest that was about to explode with one hand, and supported the ground with the other.

Click!

Her ribs were broken.

I had expected the ancestor to be powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

She felt that she was going to die under this coercion in the next second, she raised it up with all her strength, and tremblingly took out the portrait in her arms.

With just such a simple movement, her hand bones were broken.

She broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and squeezed out a few words through the gap between her teeth: "...Old... Patriarch... I am... Lan Yi's..."

Before she finished speaking, she couldn't hold on any longer, her eyes darkened and she passed out!

A strong smell of blood filled the air under the banyan tree, and the surroundings fell into a death-like silence.

A tall shadow came over, and with a flick of his sharp eyes, the portrait flew up and spread out slowly in midair.

The tall shadow stared blankly at the portrait in mid-air, and after a while, uttered a voice as old as a bell: "Lan Yi..."