The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

"What's the matter?" In the yard, Yu Wan asked Jinghong who looked worried.

Jing Hong frowned and said: "It's Patriarch Sikong, he brought Sikong's guards to Sang's to take revenge."

"Him?" Yu Wan was startled. If she remembers correctly, Patriarch Sikong was also seriously injured. His martial arts were completely crippled, and he still hasn't recovered. Why did he go to the Sang family in such a hurry to take revenge?

Jinghong speculated: "He must have felt that the Sang family lost the Rakshasa King and died so many high-ranking Shura kings, their strength is not as good as before, and they must rush to kill the Sang family before the head of the Sang family refines a new master." Annihilation."

Yu Wan nodded thoughtfully: "That's the right plan. The Sang family is insidious and cunning. It's really better to deal with them sooner rather than later."

However, Sikong's family and Mingshan also suffered heavy casualties, otherwise they would not have stayed in the Chaoyang Palace to cultivate their health and rest.

"Does Mr. Sikong know about this?" Yu Wan asked.

Jing Hong sighed: "I know, it was the Eldest Young Master who couldn't persuade the Patriarch Sikong, so he sent someone to Chaoyang Palace to report the news, and he went with the Patriarch himself."

He is a filial man. It seems that after this battle, the hearts of the father and son have been opened a lot. The head of the Sikong family sacrificed his life to save the eldest son, and even entrusted the Sikong family to him before he thought he was dying. The resentment also disappeared.

Yu Wan felt gratified that the father and son had resolved their suspicions, but she was also worried about their future situation. What the Sang family stole from Sikong's family back then was not only a secret book on refining the Rakshasa King, but also weapons. Even the elixir to enhance the power, I'm afraid it's all the inheritance of the Wu clan. Are they really so easy to deal with with their powerful inheritance?

"What to do, ma'am?" Jinghong asked anxiously.

"How long have they been away?" Yu Wan said.

"It's time for half a cup of tea," Jinghong said.

"You send someone to chase after you first, and if you catch up, say...it's the meaning of the ancestors, let them stand by and don't act rashly; if you can't catch up...you can't catch up, don't let yourself go Go in." Yu Wan doesn't like fearless sacrifices, and every human life is precious in her eyes.

Jinghong has never taken his own wealth and life seriously, he is from Mingshan, for Mingshan, he can risk his life without any scruples, this is the first time someone told him to let him be better living.

Jinghong wanted to say, shouldn't it be right to die for the master? The words came to his lips but he couldn't get them out anyway.

He should have seen early on that this little master was different from any master he had ever seen. She seemed to have no distinction between superiors and inferiors. She only had to perform her duties. Perhaps, it was because of this temperament that she Let this pair of small bodies that obviously have no martial arts exude unspeakable strength.

"What's the matter? Is there anything else?" Seeing that he didn't move, Yu Wan asked.

"Ah, no...it's okay." Jinghong came back to his senses, and cupped his hands at Yu Wan, "Then I'll go first."

Yu Wan nodded: "Be careful on the road."

Jinghong went non-stop, Yu Wan didn't know that this little disciple's mind was going back and forth, she was thinking about Patriarch Sikong looking for Shangsang's family, and she came to the door of the secret room unknowingly.

"Oh." She held her stomach in one hand and patted her forehead with the other, "How did I forget that Yan Jiuchao was in retreat? Disturbing him at this hour..."

Before she finished speaking, her stomach moved.

A certain Xiaosi communicated weakly with the old father through the stone gate using the holy king Wia.

bang——

The stone door opened.

Yu Wan looked at Yan Jiuchao who appeared in front of her in astonishment.

Yan Jiuchao said: "What happened?"

"Didn't bother you?" Yu Wan heard that it's best not to disturb people when they are practicing, otherwise it's easy to go crazy.

Yan Jiuchao said indifferently: "I'm fine, are those little guys making trouble again?"

"It's not them, it's Patriarch Sikong." Yu Wan told Yan Jiuchao about his killing to the Sang family, "Patriarch Sang released King Raksha's blood, and got the blood pill of Little Raksha, who knows he will do it again?" No matter what tricks you play, I'm afraid Patriarch Sikong still underestimated his strength."

Yu Wan's prediction was right, Patriarch Sikong's action of leading people to surrender the Sang family was aborted almost before he even took action. The Sang family lost the Rakshasa king, and more than half of the high-ranking Shura kings died, but they didn't know what to do. What kind of method did he refine to produce the terrifying Blood Shura!

The strength of King Shura combined with the healing power of Blood Rakshasa made this group of masters invincible from the moment they appeared on the stage.

Seeing the one-sided situation, Patriarch Sikong opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

He didn't expect that the Sang family could come up with such a group of masters after suffering heavy losses. This is the end. In order to wipe out the Sang family, he brought all the elite of the Sikong family. It seems that today is going to lose everything!

The head of the Sang family stood under the towering plaque, looked at him contemptuously, and said: "I still think it is someone who is presumptuous in the Sang family. It turns out that it is you, and you want to destroy the Sang family? You are too overconfident!"

If Patriarch Sikong came, he might still be a bit apprehensive, but what can a few Shura kings do?

Let him guess why Patriarch Sikong didn't come?

Could it be that... in order to save King Rakshasa, he also made himself half dead?

Although Patriarch Sang did not guess the process correctly, he guessed the result correctly. Ancestor Sikong is indeed unable to fight in a short period of time, which is why Patriarch Sikong made a decision without asking Patriarch for instructions. As for Yan Jiuchao, He has to stay to guard Mingshan, and he must not be called away easily.

Patriarch Sang took a full view of the complex look on Patriarch Sikong's face, laughed three times, and said: "As expected, you have no masters in Mingshan, if you don't come today, I won't know the secret , very good, after I kill you, I will pay back Sikong's family and Mingshan!"

What does it mean to kill you while you are sick? That's it.

Mingshan is not so easy to deal with, he is also waiting for the opportunity, but right now, Sikong Ye and King Rakshasa are both injured, there is no more favorable opportunity.

Patriarch Sikong was very regretful, if he had known this before, he would have listened to Changfeng and not come to Sang's house to die, now it's all right, not only they might die, but also implicate the ancestors.

Patriarch Sikong said to the eldest son: "I'll stop him, Changfeng, you rush back to Mingshan immediately and escort the ancestors and the others to evacuate!"

Patriarch Sang sneered: "Don't even think about leaving!"

After saying that, he gestured a shoot-to-kill gesture, and the masters of the Sang family swarmed up and surrounded Sikong Changfeng.

"No—" Patriarch Sikong suddenly changed his face.

Just when the blood Shuras of the Sang family were about to launch their killing move against Sikong Changfeng, a powerful coercion hit not far away, like invisible ripples, all the way to the center of the battlefield, the blood Shuras of the Sang family After a short pause, Sikong Changfeng was rescued by a huge internal force.

"With so many masters beating a fledgling kid, only your Sang family would be so shameless."

Accompanied by a calm male voice, a Luanjia carried by 16 disciples of the Chaoyang Palace rushed over without any haste, and landed in front of the Sikong family's camp, blocking the Sikong family leader and Sikong Changfeng. behind.

Luanjia is luxurious and exquisite, but more exquisite than Luanjia is the man above Luanjia.

He wore a black toga, his figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, his face was like a jade, and his temperament was like an orchid like a bamboo. Everyone who saw this scene felt that there was no more handsome and noble man in the world than him. breath.

Patriarch Sang naturally recognized who he was.

The little great-grandson-in-law of Patriarch Sikong, Yan Jiuchao!

What is the origin of this kid?

Why can I practice the longevity formula of the Sikong family?

More importantly, after not seeing him for just a few days, the boy's breath of longevity seems to be stronger again.

Patriarch Sang felt something bad instinctively in his heart, but the worst thing was not this, but Yan Jiuchao took off his wide sleeves, revealing a little guy sitting beside him, not little Luosha... Who is it again?

Patriarch Sang staggered a bit!

Little Luosha has lost his blood pill, how can he still be alive intact?

Could it be... King Rakshasa dug his own blood pill to it?

But even so, it shouldn't recover so quickly!

Look at its ruddy complexion, how does it look like it lost a blood pill not long ago?

The first time little Raksha saw Patriarch Sang, he recognized it as the big bastard who stunned himself, put him in a cage, and then chased him and King Raksha. Little Raksha bared his teeth fiercely!

Patriarch Sang felt that he had seen a ghost, how did this little thing... survive? !

Yan Jiuchao ignored his astonishment, lightly brushed off his wide sleeves, found a comfortable position on the luanjia, and said lightly to little Luocha: "Revenge yourself, revenge yourself. See those blood Shura? First practice with them, don't crush them to death all at once."

Little Raksha pulled the corner of his lips in a sinister manner, and with a whoosh, he ran towards the Blood Shuras!