The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The moon was dark and the wind was high, the saint quietly left Sikong's house and came to a luxurious mansion in the south of the city.

In the courtyard, Sikong Yun was drinking and having fun with his newly bought maidservant, when the door was kicked open suddenly, both of them were stunned.

Sitting in Sikong Yun's arms, the maid took a look at the saint with a cold expression, but she didn't recognize that she was the saint, and thought it was some new maid, she snorted angrily, and said, "I don't see that the young master is busy. Is it? You barged in rashly, you don’t know how to knock on the door... ah—”

The last interjection became her last scream in the world.

The saint pulled out the dagger stuck in her heart, and the blood on the dagger dripped on the ground, and when Sikong Yun pushed the maidservant away in fright, the blood dripped again on the maidservant's dying face.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Sikong Yun turned pale with fright: "You...Lan Ji, you are crazy!"

This is a top-notch dagger, and all the blood dripped down in a short while. The saint inserted the clean dagger back into the scabbard, and said coldly: "The crazy person is not me, but you. When is this, you Still in the mood to have fun with people?"

Sikong Yun cleared his throat: "No...won't we just have two glasses of wine?"

The saint said coldly: "Are you really in no hurry about someone occupying your identity?"

Sikong Yun snorted: "What's the rush? Didn't you say that? The disguise technique of your Lan family will expire in ten days and half a month! And you can't use it a second time in a short period of time! That is to say, wait After these days, whoever is true and who is false will be revealed!"

The saint could not agree with Sikong Yun's point of view. The main reason was that Sikong Yun and Yan Jiuchao did not have a big feud. Thanks to Yan Jiuchao, not only was her innocence ruined in the hands of a waste like Sikong Yun, but her self-esteem and self-confidence were also severely trampled under her feet. How conceited she used to be, how unwilling she is now.

And Yu Wan, she is pregnant with the Holy King, which will directly threaten her status in Hades, so she must get rid of her no matter what!

The saint put Sikong Yun's dagger on the table.

Sikong Yun glanced at his dagger, he used many of these magic weapons, and didn't care that the saint took one.

The saint sat down on the chair beside Sikong Yun. Seeing Sikong Yun's stinky face, she raised her hand and poured him a glass of wine from the flagon: "Do you have the master your grandfather left you in your hand?"

Seeing her pouring wine for him, Sikong Yun's face softened a little. In fact, how can a mere maid be more important than his new wife? If you die, you will die. I am angry because this woman is too fierce and doesn't take him seriously.

Sikong Yun took a sip of his wine and said lightly, "Yes, yes, what do you want?"

"Lend it to me," said the saint.

"No." Sikong Yun refused without thinking.

"Why?" asked the saint.

Sikong Yun snorted, "It was used by my grandfather to save my life. Even my father doesn't know it. If my father finds out that I have hidden such a powerful expert in secret, he will definitely suspect that I have ulterior motives! Doubt me I'm young, I suspect my grandfather will grow up. My grandfather sent me such a powerful master. What is his plan? Do you think my father will think about it? Will my father dare to pass on the position of Patriarch to me? ?”

The saint said calmly: "Then you are not afraid that your family will pass on the title of patriarch to your elder brother during your absence?"

Sikong Yun snorted and drank the wine in his glass: "How is that possible? My father loves me the most!"

The holy maiden filled him up again: "If you don't want it, why don't you insist on giving it up?"

"How could I not..." Sikong Yun suddenly realized something in the middle of his sentence, his eyes widened and he said, "You mean...Yan Jiuchao put his face in my face, intentionally giving way to my elder brother?"

The saint said lightly: "Yes, otherwise why did you think he entered the Sikong family? He pretended to be you, and his crime is unforgivable. If you were made the head of the Sikong family, what would you do if you turned around and punished him? But let your elder brother Being the head of the family is different, your eldest brother will protect him, using the strength of the entire Sikong family."

Sikong Yunteng stood up: "This shameless person!"

Yan Jiuchao will not interfere with Sikong Yun's internal affairs, everything is just a malicious fabrication by the saint, but it seems to be enough to fool Sikong Yun.

The saintly said: "You and I are in the same boat, we are both in the same boat, and we are in the same boat. Your worries are also my concerns. Don't worry, I won't let the master show up at Sikong's house, I will lure him come out."

Sikong Yun hesitated.

The saint looked at him and said: "Why are you still hesitating? If you don't take the opportunity to kill Yan Jiuchao, is it possible that you will wait for him to give up the position of patriarch to your elder brother?"

Sikong Yun frowned: "That Yan Jiuchao looks very powerful... It's fine if he kills him, what if... he doesn't kill him, what should I do if I ask him to go to my father to complain?"

The saint smiled coldly: "You don't have to worry about that, these few days, he is so weak that he can't even beat a child, and this is the best time to take his life!"

...

In the east courtyard of the city, the little black eggs are holding small milk bottles, you and I are feeding the baby brother in swaddle, Awei is cooking the next pot of goat milk, Qingyan and Yuegou are performing martial arts in the courtyard, Old Cui went to Lan's room to treat her with acupuncture and moxibustion. As for grandma, he was studying the ancient books that Ying Shisan brought from Sikong Mansion.

He discovered a miraculous secret that the ancestors of the Sikong family came from the Wu clan.

In this way, it is not difficult to explain why the Holy Maiden and Sikong have no descendants.

It was rumored that the saints and witches had been cursed, and their blood could not be fused with each other. However, this curse seemed to be finally broken.

This is not what Grandma is concerned about, but the inheritance of the Wu clan. According to the records in the ancient books, the inheritance of the Wu clan does not depend on blood. To become a wizard, you must practice the skills and witchcraft of the Wu clan, but these things I can't find it anymore.

"Isn't Grandma also capable of witchcraft?" Ying Shisan asked.

Grandma shook her head: "Mine are just superficial, not even an entry-level one. The sorcery of the witch clan is so powerful that even I can't even imagine it."

"Then... what about the exercises?" Ying Shisan asked again.

Grandma said: "There are quite a few exercises handed down from the ancestors of the Sikong family, but which one is the orthodox one, I don't know for the time being. The inheritance of the Wu clan largely depends on chance."

Ying Shisan said: "Then I'll go get some more classics tomorrow."

Grandma was about to nod, when suddenly a fierce murderous aura came from all around!

Grandma's eyes darkened.

Ying Thirteen pushed him away!

call out! call out! call out!

A row of arrows broke through the window, passed through the place where the two of them were standing just now, and nailed them to the wall where the map was hung. So fast, if they didn't dodge in time, they might be pierced by these arrows!

The same situation also happened in the yard and in the little black egg's house.

A'wei flew up and kicked away the arrows that were coming towards him.

The overwhelming coercion, like a big mountain, rumbled down on everyone, the ground was cracked, and their feet fell into the cracks.

A shadow flew towards A'wei and the black eggs.

Little Treasure and Er Treasure screamed, "Oh—"

Just when the shadow was about to capture the three little black eggs, a black figure descended from the sky and knocked them flying with one palm.

Xiao Bao yelled: "Daddy!"

Yan Jiuchao was hanging in the air, holding a light blade transformed from internal force in his palm, and slammed towards the shadow.

The shadow disappeared in a flash!

It seems to have merged into the night, and it seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

Qingyan frowned: "This, this is..."

Grandma said solemnly, "Fifth-rank Shura King."

Qingyan's complexion changed greatly: "What? Fifth order?"

They also came to Mingdu, and gradually realized that King Shura also has different realms. Earlier, the one in Lan Jiao's hand was the third-rank King Shura, and his own Shura had just broken through not long ago, so he didn't even reach the first rank. The killer turned out to be the fifth rank? This is too scary!

Every time King Shura advances to a level, his strength will change drastically. If he can reach the fifth level, that is almost the top strength in Mingdu.

"You go first!" Yan Jiuchao said.

Ying Thirteen's heart skipped a beat. Having been with Yan Jiuchao for so long, he naturally understands Yan Jiuchao's temperament. If he can beat him well, he will never say that. Even the young master is not absolutely sure to deal with the fifth-rank Shura King? ?

"What are you waiting for!" Yan Jiuchao said coldly.

Ying Shisan and A Wei exchanged a look, without any further hesitation, took a big basket and stuffed three little black eggs and the baby into it.

Ying Shisan said: "Ah Wei, I leave it to you."

Ah Wei nodded, carried the basket on his back, performed lightness kung fu and disappeared into the night.

Yuegou and Qingyan went into the house and carried Grandma and Grandma Lan out, while Ying Shisan took Old Cuitou and Ziyan with him.

The fifth-rank Shura King unleashed a terrible coercion. Ying Shisan and the others had just walked a few steps before they were crushed until their legs almost broke on the ground.

With a flick of his wide sleeve, Yan Jiuchao blocked back the coercion of the fifth-rank Shura King.

Everyone hastened to perform lightness kung fu and left.

The fifth-rank Asura King smiled coldly, his expression remained unchanged, anyone could tell that he hadn't exerted half of his power, but Yan Jiuchao, on the other hand, had almost given up all his strength and was almost unable to hold on.

Yan Jiuchao's power was greatly reduced, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The fifth-rank Shura King was like a lazy big cat teasing a dying mouse. He was not in a hurry to crush Yan Jiuchao to death, but casually increased his strength.

In the mid-air of the moon, Yan Jiuchao's skill completely disappeared, and he was crushed like a huge rock by the intense pain. He felt a pain in his chest and fell down from mid-air.

As soon as Ying Shisanfu turned his head, his face paled in astonishment: "Young master!"

The fifth-rank Shura King stretched out his sharp claws, turned his claws into fists in mid-air, and punched Yan Jiuchao hard on the chest!

It was too late and then quickly, Ying Shisan flashed over, protecting Yan Jiuchao tightly with his body.

Click——

The fist hit Ying Shisan's body, and his whole body's bones were like falling jade... shattered.

The fifth-rank Shura King unceremoniously threw away the obstructive guy, and threw another fist at Yan Jiuchao.

"Roar--"

In the sky, there was a sudden shout of anger, and a powerful coercion of King Shura blocked his fist like a barrier.

A trace of astonishment flashed across the eyes of the fifth-rank Shura King. It was clearly the aura of the first-rank Shura King, but it actually blocked the blow of the fifth-rank Shura King?

Qingyan said: "It's Shura! Shura is out!"

Since Shura was injured, he found a hidden place to retreat. They searched a lot of secret books suitable for Shura from Sikong's house, and successfully made their Shura break through to the first-rank Shura King.

Qingyan quickly realized something, and frowned: "It's not good, he left the customs early!"

The fifth-rank Asura King saw that this opponent was at the peak of the first-rank Asura King, and there was a faint tendency to break through. In other words, he forcibly suppressed himself at the threshold of the breakthrough, which was very dangerous.

If he suppresses himself, he will not be able to fully display his strength.

But even so, he actually took a blow that was nearly five times his strength.

This King Shura is not yet a good man, if he is, who among them can be his opponent?

The fifth-rank Shura King immediately wanted to kill Nanny Shura!

On this side, when the fifth-rank Shura King was killing Yan Jiuchao and his party, the ancient tomb on the other side also ushered in its murderous intent.

Sikongye sat on the round altar in the center of the secret room, meditating with his eyes closed.

In order to let him practice with peace of mind, Yu Wan closed the stone gate.

It was quiet in the secret room, only his faint breathing could be heard.

With a bang, the stone door opened.

"Awan, is that you?" Si Kongye slowly opened his eyes, thinking it was his younger sister, but what he saw was his older sister who was obviously slender.

He was taken aback: "Yu'er? Why are you here?"

The saint smiled slightly: "I'll come and see the ancestor."

This title made Sikong Ye frowned slightly.

The saint walked over slowly, raised her hand, and lightly patted Sikong Ye on the shoulder: "Old Ancestor, are you very weak?"

She just pressed down on Sikong Ye, and Sikong Ye couldn't resist.

She laughed loudly: "It seems to be true, Patriarch, you have lost all your martial arts."

Sikong Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he instinctively sensed something was wrong: "You are not Yu'er!"

"Of course I am not Yu'er. There is no Yu'er in this world. Unfortunately, you know it too late."

The saint sneered, grabbed his shoulders, and threw him to the ground!