The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

A trace of astonishment flashed across everyone's eyes, and apart from the astonishment, all the fear in their hearts seemed to dissipate. The morning light shone behind him, making his face shrouded in darkness, but Rao didn't see it. No one knows who he is, but everyone still seems to have found the backbone.

When he got closer, everyone finally saw his face clearly, and couldn't help being startled?

This is... Second Young Master?

No, no!

The second son did not have such powerful martial arts, let alone the aura of dominating the world.

But if you say it's the ancestor...it's not.

Patriarch is not so young...

Everyone stared at Yan Jiuchao dumbfounded, and someone had the guts to ask, "Who are you?"

Yan Jiuchao didn't speak, and carried the unconscious Sikong Changfeng into the house.

The disciples of Chaoyang Palace and the masters of Sikong's family hurriedly followed, but the moment Yan Jiuchao got close to the house, Yan Jiuchao's internal strength shook and he closed the door with a bang.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"who is he?"

"I do not know!"

If it was said that with that face earlier, many people in the Sikong family would recognize him as the second son, but after that one glance just now, no one connected him with Sikong Yun anymore.

"He has the breath of the ancestors."

"Isn't it the ancestor's closed disciple?"

"But... I didn't hear that the ancestor accepted a disciple!"

Everyone talked about it for a long time, but there was no result.

At this moment, Patriarch Sikong also arrived.

The Sang family's sneak attack on Mingshan was not limited to this place, the direction of the Holy Maiden Hall was also attacked by masters, Patriarch Sikong led more than ten Sikong family masters to guard most of the night, and finally ended the battle at dawn.

The Sang family placed the most elite forces in the Chaoyang Hall, the masters who attacked the Saintess Hall at night were not very powerful, and the Sikong family did not suffer heavy casualties, but they were enough.

Seeing Patriarch Sikong approaching, everyone bowed to him one after another.

"How's the situation here?" Patriarch Sikong asked. During the battle just now, he also exhausted all his strength, so even though he sensed the movement on Mingshan's side, he couldn't get out and leave.

A guard of the Sikong family reported the situation of the Chaoyang Palace truthfully. The head of the Sikong family expected that the Sang family would be ruthless, so when he heard that there was a seventh-level Shura king and two sixth-level Shura kings, what was his reaction? Not too surprised, but when he heard that the most powerful Shura King died at the hands of Sikong Changfeng, he was so shocked that he was speechless.

After a long while, he finally recovered his voice: "How could Changfeng..."

"Young Master took Baifeng Pill..." the guard paused and said sadly, "A whole bottle."

Patriarch Sikong felt dizzy for a while, staggered a few steps back, and clenched his fists: "Why is he so stupid? That thing... can he eat so much? Where is he? How is he doing now?"

"The eldest son has lost his temper... Two..." The guard wanted to say that the second son had appeared in time and brought him into the house, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that it was not the second son, so he changed his words, "Someone rescued the eldest son, they In the house."

The sky was bright, and the golden morning sun penetrated through the crack of the door, falling on Yu Wan's tightly closed eyes. Yu Wan raised her hand to block it, and suddenly woke up.

She sat up.

Is it dawn?

She hurriedly looked to the side, and saw three naked little guys sleeping at the foot of the bed in disorder, Yan Jiuzhao was nowhere to be seen.

"Yan Jiuchao!" She hurriedly lifted the quilt to find someone, but she saw two tall and strong figures lying on the ground, one of them was Ying Liu, and the other——

Yu Wan walked over vigilantly, looked up and down, and asked suspiciously: "Isn't this the master of the Sang family who chased Ah Wei yesterday? What rank of King Shura?"

Yu Wan felt Ying Liu's pulse, but she just fainted, and nothing serious happened.

Afterwards, Yu Wanyou probed the man's nose, still angry.

Strange, why did he and Ying Liu collapse in his own room? Could it be that the Sang family sent him to sneak attack last night, but was stopped by Ying Liu?

"Okay, Ying Liu, I can't see that you are a scout for the dead, and you have such a powerful ability!" Yu Wan rubbed her chin, thought of something, narrowed her eyes, no matter what, send it to her Shura!

Yu Wan grabbed the sixth-rank Shura King on the ground, and dragged him to the secret room.

After doing this, Yu Wan heard the noise in the front yard, she patted the dust off her hands, and walked to the front yard.

It has been an hour since Yan Jiuchao and Sikong Changfeng went in, Patriarch Sikong called twice but did not respond, everyone gradually couldn't wait anymore.

"How did it take so long?"

"What is he doing?"

"Is the eldest son all right?"

"What happened?" Yu Wan walked towards this side.

Seeing that it was her, the head of the Sikong family relaxed, but soon frowned again: "The Sang family sent killers over last night, and Chang Feng took a lot of secret medicine to fight them, and went mad. Young Master Yan and Chang Feng I've been locked inside for an hour, and I don't know what's going on. By the way, are you and the child all right?"

"It's okay." Yu Wan shook her head, looked at the closed door, "I'll go and have a look."

Patriarch Sikong nodded hurriedly: "Okay."

Yu Wan walked towards the house with strides, but stopped suddenly after two steps, turned her head, and said with a smile: "The Patriarch actually... cares about the Eldest Young Master, right?"

The Sikong family advocated opening their mouths.

Yu Wan bent her lips and said, "The palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, but the palms are thicker than the backs of the hands. However, if the back of the hand is injured, it will still hurt, right?"

Patriarch Sikong didn't know how to answer, he didn't have the same relationship with his first wife as he did with his step-wife, and he couldn't even treat his two sons equally, but they were his own, how could he not feel pain?

Patriarch Sikong felt extremely ashamed the moment he learned that he would destroy himself in order to keep Mingshan.

The first thing he thought of was not how important Mingshan was to Sikong Changfeng, but how unimportant his own life was in Sikong Changfeng's heart.

He can die for the ancestor, he can die for the Wan Gu King... Does he think that no one in the world cares about him, that's why he dies so carelessly?

Patriarch Sikong paused: "It's you... would you do this?"

"No." Yu Wan said firmly, "There are too many people in the world that I can't let go of. I don't want to die. I believe Yan Jiuchao is the same. We will not make reckless sacrifices. We will do everything possible live."

Patriarch Sikong murmured: "Last night... there is no other way?"

He didn't give up his life easily, he was forced to help...

Yu Wan lightly touched the corner of her lips. He couldn't answer this question for Sikong Changfeng, but she believed that Patriarch Sikong already had the answer in his heart.

Yu Wan walked up the steps and came to the front of the house. Just as she was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, the door creaked open.

Yan Jiuchao walked out with a calm expression.

Yu Wan looked at him, then at Sikong Changfeng who was lying motionless on the bed, and asked, "Are you two alright?"

"What can I do?" Yan Jiuchao said coldly.

"What about him?" Yu Wan asked.

Yan Jiuchao snorted haughtily: "Yu Awan, you don't think I can't even go crazy, do you?"

"So it's all right?" Yu Wan's eyes lit up, her eyebrows curved, "My husband is really amazing!"

As soon as the words fell, she suddenly realized that something was wrong, she looked at Yan Jiuchao in a flash: "You...what did you call me just now?"

"It's nothing." Yan Jiu walked down the steps expressionlessly.

Yu Wan blinked her eyes and chased after her: "You called me Yu Awan!"

"You heard it wrong." Yan Jiu said with a straight face.

"I...I heard it right! You just called me Yu Awan! Didn't you remember it?"

"No."

"No?" Yu Wan was startled, "No! You didn't even ask me what you remembered, so I said no! You, you, you...you just remembered!"

"I don't have it!" Yan Jiuchao strode back to the house, and before Yu Wan caught up, he closed the door and bolted it!

"I ran away from my king's marriage, so you just want to leave like this?"

"Tonight, this king will marry you, you don't want to run away again!"

"Woman, you'd better not play tricks, just stay here honestly for me, put on your wedding dress later, and marry me. This time, I won't allow you to run away again!"

"Heh, I heard that you found a handsome boy in the Central Plains... His name is Yan Jiuchao?"

"Shame on me, are you tired of living?! Believe me, you don't want to see the way this king tortures people..."

"The king's sons, Dabao, Erbao, and Xiaobao, after the wedding, they will also be your sons!"

"Then... who did you have the baby with?"

"Of course it's with the woman my king loves!"

"Jiang batian, are you jealous?"

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A series of memories that I couldn't bear to look at flashed through my mind, and Yan Jiuchao's ears turned red.

He held his forehead in shame.

Did he really say those mentally retarded words?

Well, I really want to die!

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