The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The city of Hades is bustling with traffic, even after dark.

In front of a brothel, several sons jumped out of their own carriages, held folding fans, greeted each other, and walked into the brothel with smiles on their faces, but suddenly a shadow flashed, grabbed one of the sons, and threw him Caught off guard, he was dragged into an alley on one side.

The rest of the people looked at each other.

"What just happened?"

"No, I don't know... Eh? Where's Mr. Wang?"

"Yeah, what about others? They were still here just now..."

"Damn it!"

Several people panicked.

The prince who was kidnapped turned pale with fright. He was talking to people well, and in the blink of an eye, he was dragged into the alley, and he was slammed against the wall. What's more terrible, this person Wearing a mask with fangs, it's really scary!

It wasn't that there was that man's shadow on the ground, he almost thought that he had run into something evil.

He stammered and asked, "You, you, you... who are you? Jie Jie Jie... Jie Cai or sex?"

"..." The first sentence is still plausible, but what's the matter with the second sentence...

"Where is the Lan family?" Yan Jiuchao asked coldly.

It turned out to be asking for directions, this strong man, you should have said it earlier!

Prince Wang tremblingly pointed to the east end of the alley: "Hit... go out there, go south, keep walking until you arrive... Lan's house is very big, you won't miss it..."

"Where is Sikong's house?" Yan Jiuchao continued to ask.

ha?

Prince Wang was stunned. Is this strong man from Mingdu? It's just that they don't know where the Lan family is, why don't they even know the residence of the Sikong family?

Doubts are doubts, Wang Gongzi still pointed out the way honestly.

The Sikong family is not far from the Lan family, from the main entrance of the Lan family, one mile to the north and three miles to the east is the residence of the Sikong family.

It is said to be a mansion, but it is actually no worse than a royal palace, but the people are not allowed to approach that area, trespassers will be killed without mercy.

Regarding this, Prince Wang didn't say anything.

Whoever asked this person to ask the way would be fierce, let him be arrested by Longyawei!

Although Wang Gongzi had a little selfishness, he pointed the way correctly.

The Dragon Tooth Guard outside the Sikong Mansion is even worse than the dead men of the Helian family. Ordinary people will be picked out by the Dragon Tooth Guard before they get close. It is a pity that he is a ghost king with both internal strength and lightness kung fu. Can't beat him.

As for the gate of Sikong Mansion, it is not so easy to get close.

There were several very terrifying auras in Sikong Mansion, covering the whole mansion.

In all likelihood, the result of the forceful rush was torn into pieces by these auras.

Just when Yan Jiuchao was thinking about how to sneak into the mansion, a carriage came not far away, and it seemed that it was going to enter Sikong Mansion.

Yan Jiuchao stepped into the carriage with a flash.

The carriage entered the mansion smoothly.

This is the carriage for shopping, and Yan Jiuzhao stepped down calmly when passing by the warehouse.

"It's all taken. This box is for the second son, and this box is for the eldest son." In the warehouse, a man in charge handed the two boxes to the two servants respectively.

The two took the box and went in different directions.

Yan Jiuchao followed the second one.

The servants came to a secluded courtyard.

Yan Jiuchao looked strangely at the plaque - Qingfengyuan.

Does the dignified eldest son of Sikong actually live in such a dilapidated place?

scoff~

A certain ghost (younger) king (lord) raised his eyes arrogantly, and strode in after the servant.

"I'm here to deliver something to the Eldest Young Master." The servant handed the box to the servant boy in the yard, then turned around and left.

The servant boy opened the box to have a look, pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction, and then carried the box into Sikong Changfeng's room.

"What, these leftovers again!" A servant boy complained from inside the house, "I can guarantee that the calligraphy sent to the second son's house is a hundred times better than ours! You are the eldest son of the Sikong family. Let him do everything?"

Sikong Changfeng ignored him.

The servant boy had no intention of shutting up, and complained to himself: "If you want to say that these extraneous possessions are all right, but why give him the marriage with the saint? The son is the eldest son of the Sikong family, why? Can you let him marry a saint? That sentence is really true, where there is a stepmother, there is also a stepfather!"

Sikong Changfeng was the son of Patriarch Sikong's original wife, but his biological mother passed away when he was young. The current Mrs. Sikong is Patriarch Sikong's successor and the biological mother of the second son.

The saintesses of the Lan family never marry the Sikong family, but they are the direct descendants of the Lan family. When Lanjiao comes here, this rule is gone. She can curry favor with the Sikong family, not to mention one daughter, even two or three. Give it away without hesitation.

It is true that the first marriage partner was Sikong Changfeng, but since Sikong Changfeng's biological mother died of illness, Sikong Changfeng has no backer, and the new wife is extremely favored by the head of the family, no matter how you look at it, the second son has a better chance of winning.

Of course, she would not dare to let Lan Jiao offend Sikong Changfeng, but if the Second Young Master also has such intentions, then that would be a different matter.

It was Mrs. Sikong who spoke to the Patriarch.

"But sometimes when I think about it, I think it's not bad to not have this kind of marriage. I heard that the head of the Lan family is not very good. Didn't we see her on the street just now? Just look at her like that. , You’re bullying a good person again! I don’t know who is being bullied, anyway, it’s just bad luck, and you——”

"Who?!"

Before the waiter could finish speaking, Sikong Changfeng opened his mouth vigilantly, and then a sharp palm wind came out, like a galloping arrow, hitting Yan Jiuchao's heart with a swish.

Yan Jiuchao flicked his wide sleeves to remove the palm wind.

This palm wind did not use all his strength, but the opponent's ability to continue was still beyond Sikong Changfeng's expectations.

Sikong Changfeng's eyes flickered, and the door and window were smashed open by the vast internal force, and his figure swept out.

The servant boy opened his eyes wide and chased after him in a hurry, only to see his young master and a man in a black robe and a mask with fangs fighting fiercely.

Sikong Changfeng's white clothes are better than snow, Yan Jiuchao's black clothes are like ink, and the courtyard is filled with murderous aura, but the figures of the two are really pleasing to the eye.

The servant boy was going to escort his young master, and by the way, he called the guards to arrest the assassin, but he watched and forgot what he was doing when he came out...

Sikong Changfeng's skills are definitely not bad, he is considered one of the best masters among the younger generation. Even though the man in front of him is wearing a fang mask, his hands are as slender as jade, and he is very young.

When did such a master appear among the younger generations in Mingdu?

A trace of astonishment flashed across Sikong Changfeng's eyes.

What was even more surprising was that the other party's breath made him faintly familiar.

Yan Jiuchao struck again with his palm, Sikong Changfeng tapped his toes, spun up, and shot three darts at Yan Jiuchao, under the cover of the darts, he slammed his palm straight at Yan Jiuchao face door.

Seeing that he was about to avoid it in time, Yan Jiuchao suddenly burst out with an icy internal force all over his body.

Sikong Changfeng felt that half of his arm seemed to be frozen, he pulled out his hand in time, swept his body, stepped back a foot, and looked at him in disbelief: "Ice Soul Art! The Sikong family's inner strength method ?! Who are you? Why do you know the inner strength of the ancestors?"

Yan Jiuchao snorted coldly, you bastards deserve to know my king's name?

Yan Jiuchao leaped forward and flew in front of Sikong Changfeng. If he knew himself and the enemy in a battle, Sikong Changfeng might not be Yan Jiuchao's opponent. Unfortunately, Sikong Changfeng was negligent, and he didn't expect that the opponent would attack his ancestor. Inner strength mentality, this kind of carelessness, in exchange for half of Sikong Changfeng's body being paralyzed.

At this time, if the opponent takes his life, he has almost no strength to resist.

Of course, he could call for help.

Sikong Changfeng did not do this.

Yan Jiuchao's figure approached.

Yan Jiuchao stretched out his hand.

"My lord—" The servant boy finally came to his senses, but it was too late.

Sikong Changfeng closed his eyes.

If you die, you will die, the Sikong family will never beg for mercy.

Suddenly, Sikong Changfeng's palm sank, and he felt that there was something more in his hand. When he opened his eyes, Yan Jiuchao had already left with his sleeves and disappeared into the boundless night.

And when he looked at the extra thing in his hand, he was instantly dumbfounded.

Do, what are you doing?

After wasting so much effort, sneaking into Sikong's house, and sneak attacking him, in the end... just to give him two red eggs? ! !

After delivering the red eggs, Yan Jiuchao was in a good mood, flying around on the roof embedded in the night.

The red eggs are delivered, and the next step is to settle accounts with the Lan family.

Of course, he didn't go to save the little bug who was dying on his woman, but to find a place for his own woman.

but--

Where is the Lan family?

Yan Jiuchao looked at the sky blankly.

A certain young master possessed by the ghost king gorgeously forgot the way...

In the courtyard in the east of the city, a group of people were discussing how to deal with the Lan family, when Qingyan suddenly turned around and found that Yan Jiuchao was gone!

Since Yan Jiuchao acquired the power of the ghost king, he can come and go freely, and his aura will never be easily tracked by others.

When Qingyan called out, the noisy room instantly fell silent.

Yu Wan looked around, pointed at the chair beside her strangely and said, "Didn't you all sit here just now?"

"Yeah, I saw it too." Ying Liu scratched his head, clearly sitting in front of him, how could he not notice that the young master was gone?

The skill of the ghost king is really killing people!

They didn't even know when the young master left!

"I'm going to find the young master!" Ying Shisan stood up abruptly!

"I'll go too." Ying Liu stood up.

"I'll be with you." Qingyan did his part, thought of something, and said again, "Yuegou, you go and call Awei, Awan, you and Grandma Lan have a rest first, we will discuss matters about Shanglan's family later."

"I'll go find him too." Yu Wan held Lan's hand, "Please trouble grandma to take care of the children."

Lan looked at them unexpectedly, uh... Isn't this reaction too exaggerated?

Lan's mouth opened, and hesitantly said: "Don't worry, Jiu Chao is so good at martial arts, he shouldn't be hurt by others."

Qingyan's expression was indescribable: "We are not worried about what will happen to him, but what will happen to him."

On the dark street, there was no one to be seen, Yan Jiuchao walked with a cold expression.

Although he doesn't remember the way to Lan's house, he can ask.

It's just that it's late at night, and this street is the most sparsely populated, so he walked for a while before finally meeting a young couple with a child.

He walked over in a mighty and domineering manner.

When the young couple saw a menacing man wearing a mask of fangs, they felt like they had seen a ghost. They were so frightened that the children forgot and ran away!

The four-year-old boy froze in place with a dazed expression on his face.

Yan Jiu walked over with full aura, licked the corners of her lips at the little boy, and asked arrogantly: "Boy, where is the Lan family?"

The little boy who couldn't understand what he was saying: "..."

Yan Jiuchao sneered and threatened: "Don't tell me, I will make you regret it."

The little boy stared at Yan Jiuchao with wide eyes, and suddenly he pursed his mouth and cried out loud!

Yan Jiuchao, who threatened to fail: "..."

Unable to find out the whereabouts of Lan's family, Yan Jiuchao was not discouraged. He continued on his way. He passed through an alley where he couldn't see his fingers and came to another street. This street was much more lively. The first restaurant...to be exact, a brothel.

Seeing his mask, the procuress of the brothel was shocked. It can be seen that he was dressed luxuriously and had an extraordinary bearing.

"This young master—" the old bustard flung herself at Yan Jiuchao with all sorts of flair.

Boom!

The old bustard was blown away by Yan Jiuchao's internal force.

"..."

"..."

"..."

When Yu Wan and her group rushed over upon hearing the news, the entire brothel was almost demolished by Yan Jiuchao.

Seeing the thugs rolling all over the floor, and the brothel girls dancing wildly, they all supported their foreheads.

In the end, it was Qingyan who dragged Ying Shisan and sacrificed Ying Shisan's peerless beauty to turn the farce over with a bag of gold as compensation.

It turned out to be a misunderstanding, the ghost king had never been to this kind of place, when the old bustard rushed towards Yan Jiuchao, Yan Jiuchao thought she was going to assassinate him.

Coming out of the brothel, Yu Wan touched his arm with her elbow: "Why did you go to the brothel? You don't want to do bad things behind my back, do you?"

Yan Jiuchao gave her a cold look: "Is this king that kind of person?"

Yu Wan felt sweet in her heart.

Yan Jiuchao said again: "Do I need to carry you behind my back?"

Yu Wan: "?!"

Yu Wan took a deep breath: "Then what are you doing in the brothel? You don't come here to ask for directions!"

Yan Jiu looked up at the sky.

Yu Wan took a deep look at him: "Are you really here to ask for directions? You... you must have lost your way, right?"

Yan Jiuchao said ferociously: "Is this king such a stupid person? I can't remember a few roads?!"

Behind him, Ying Shisan and Qing Yan were inquiring about Lan's address.

A girl from a brothel said: "The Lan family, the Lan family is nearby. Isn't there an alley across the street? Go through the alley and turn right, and you can see the wall of the Lan family's mansion."

Yu Wan looked at Yan Jiuchao leisurely, and saw Yan Jiuchao passing through the alley ahead, and then, without saying a word, turned to the left...

Yu Wan who was speechless: "..."

...

Originally according to the plan, they would go to Shang Lan's family openly tomorrow, and use the jade token as a bargaining chip to negotiate with Lan Jiao, but the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, since they have already come, it's better to go in and steal the little Gu Gu.

The population of Lan Mansion is thriving, and the family has not been separated within five generations. The area of ​​the mansion is larger than that of Helian Mansion in the imperial capital.

Outside the wall of Lan's mansion, Yu Wan broke off a branch and drew a route on the ground: "This is the gate of Lan Mansion, this is the east gate of Lan Mansion, our current location should be near the west gate of Lan Mansion, The third house was originally a concubine and was not favored, and the courtyard assigned to it was on the Houhu side. However, Lan Jiao became the head of the family, and this house should have moved into the main courtyard... These courtyards are all in the middle of the Lan Mansion. On the axis, I don't know which courtyard Lan Jiao lives in. There is a powerful King Shura beside her, you all have to be careful, don't be discovered by him, otherwise, with our current strength, it is not enough for him to pinch it with one finger of……"

Yu Wan was planning a route to rescue Xiao Gu, when she heard a loud bang, and the entire wall behind her collapsed.

When Yan Jiuchao raised his hand, the mast and scull were wiped out in ashes.

Yu Wan was quite shocked.

Did any of my words irritate you?

No, no, no... don't bring such a play...

They have King Shura, King Shura!

Facing the wind, Yan Jiuchao stepped across the ruined wall with a calm expression, wearing black clothes and hunting around, like a Hades walking from purgatory.

"Who dares to make trouble in Lan Mansion?"

Accompanied by a roar of thunder, an aura ten or a hundred times more terrifying than Shura pressed down layer upon layer, as if they felt a weight like Mount Tai, pressing heavily on their bodies.

Yu Wan's complexion changed drastically: "King Shura... Lan Jiao's King Shura!"

A black shadow flew towards the sky, releasing an even more terrifying aura.

Several people felt a tremor almost instinctively! ! !

With such a terrifying skill, he could crush a large number of Asura to death with just a single move of his hand! ! !

Qingyan's calf trembled for a while, it's over, they are dead...

Yan Jiuchao snorted disdainfully, stomped his heels, flew up, and ruthlessly bumped into King Shura.

He was so fast that everyone could only see afterimages left in mid-air.

After the afterimage, Yan Jiuchao stretched out his hand, grabbed King Shura by the neck, and threw him coldly to the ground!

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