The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Yu Wan and Yan Jiuchao quietly left the Queen's Palace and sneaked into the King's Palace through the side door.

There was a smell of medicine in the palace of the Witch King. The servants in the palace were not qualified to spend medicine at will, and they knew who the sick master was without guessing.

Following the scent of the medicine, the two found the Witch King's bedroom with little effort.

Empress Wu had already left with Dawa and Zhou Jin, and there were many masters lurking around the dormitory, and Yan Jiuchao avoided them one by one.

The door of the bedroom was ajar, Yu Wan poked her head in and took a look, only to see that there was no one in there, she was about to open the door and walk in, but Yan Jiuchao grabbed her wrist.

Yan Jiuchao gave her a look.

Yu Wan understood, she withdrew her hand tacitly, and retreated behind Yan Jiuchao.

Yan Jiu touched the fingertips, and a burst of icy internal force shot out, through the hollow wooden curtain, and hit the maid's sleeping hole.

The maid's eyes went dark, and she fell to the ground.

Only then did Yan Jiuchao lead Yu Wan in.

The sleeping hall is empty, there are no extra servants, nor too many furnishings, only a few tall pillars, a few long tables with lampstands, all carved with ancient totems, in the dark and mysterious light and shadow , people can't help admiring.

The floor and roof beams of the sleeping hall are all made of golden nanmu, which has been immortal for thousands of years.

Yu Wan unconsciously lightened her steps.

"Is the Witch King behind?" She took Yan Jiuchao's hand and stopped in front of the hollowed-out wooden curtain.

Yan Jiuchao stared at the curtain, did not speak, but waved his wide sleeves, and the wooden curtain in front of him fell down, revealing the handmaid who fainted on the ground, and the Witch King lying ill on the dragon couch.

Yu Wan was stunned by the scene in front of her, and naturally she wasn't surprised by the fainted maid.

The dragon couch was large, but it was extremely bad. There were iron chains falling from the tops of the four bedposts, tightly locked on the hands and feet of a sick and weak man.

The man had silver hair, pale complexion, sunken eye sockets, haggard, and a pair of hands exposed outside the quilt were as thin as a skeleton.

However, this is not the most surprising thing. What is even more surprising is that his face, neck and even his hands are covered with terrible sores. He seems to have fallen asleep and did not speak, but Yu Wan Just looking at it like this, you can feel the pain he endures all the time.

Yu Wan clenched her fingers tightly.

Yan Jiuchao regretted letting her see the scene in front of her. If he had known that the Witch King had become such a virtue, he would not tear down the curtain no matter what.

Yan Jiuchao was about to hang up the curtain, but this time, Yu Wan grabbed his wrist.

"No need." Yu Wan said, she took a deep breath, moved her throat, and said, "I'm a doctor, I'm fine."

With these words, I don't know whether he is convincing Yan Jiuchao or himself.

Yan Jiuchao still flicked his sleeves and hung up the curtain.

Yu Wan couldn't pretend anymore, turned her back, grabbed Yan Jiuchao's wrist, and said in a low voice, "Is this the Witch King? Has Zhou Jin seen his appearance?"

Since the Empress Wu brought Zhou Jin here, she probably saw it. Yan Jiuchao didn't say it clearly, but her eyes had already given Yu Wan the answer.

Yu Wan covered her heart: "How could he become like this?"

"Backlash." Yan Jiuchao glanced at the wooden curtain and said.

"What backlash?" Yu Wan was puzzled.

"Witch power's backlash." Yan Jiuchao said.

Yu Wan pondered for a moment, then asked half-understood: "What did he do to be counterattacked by witch power?"

Yan Jiuchao stared and said, "That's something he has to ask himself."

The higher the realm of a wizard, the more witch power they can display, and the more witch power they can display, the greater the backlash they suffer. This is why wizards are weaker than ordinary people.

Some black wizards will extradite the backlash to others in order to avoid physical weakness, but white wizards will not be so frenzied.

Of course, not all backlashes are so serious, most backlashes are extremely slight, and they can recover within three to two days of weakness. Seeing the appearance of the Witch King, he must have done something very against the sky.

"Something against the sky?" Yu Wan frowned, "What kind of thing against the sky could it be? Could it be..."

Yan Jiuchao nodded: "Zhou Jin."

Yu Wan was dumbfounded.

It was Zhou Jin, the reason why the Witch King became like this is because of Zhou Jin...

Why?

"Do you still remember who Zhou Jin's mother is?" Yan Jiuchao saw her confusion.

Yu Wan murmured, "It's a saint."

Yan Jiuchao looked at the front yard: "Have you seen those purple flowers in the yard?"

Yu Wan hummed: "Did you see it? What kind of flowers are those?"

Yan Jiuchao said: "It's the holy fairy orchid, a flower that can only bloom where the bones of the holy kings are buried."

"Where are the bones of the holy... the holy king buried?" Yu Wan gasped, "Is there a holy king buried in the ground of the yard? That holy king...couldn't be Zhou Jin's mother?"

Although the tone of his mouth was asking, he already had an answer in his heart. Apart from Zhou Jin's mother, would there be a second member of the holy tribe buried here?

I don't know if it was buried by the Witch King or the Witch Queen.

If it is the Queen of Witches, then this woman's mind is too terrifying.

Not only did the Witch King suffer from the pain of losing his lover, but he also faced the dead body of his beloved day and night, but he couldn't even step out of his bedroom.

A chill ran down Yu Wan's back, and in addition to the chill, an uncontrollable astonishment surfaced: "I thought Zhou Jin's mother was just a holy daughter of the holy clan, but I didn't expect it to be the holy king."

This child not only has a father who is a witch king, but also a mother who is a holy king...

Yan Jiuchao said: "The bloodlines of saints and witches cannot be merged. Otherwise, the Sikong family would not have married so many saintesses without continuing the bloodline of the two tribes. All their crystallizations have been severely punished. Backlash."

Yu Wan nodded, and shook her head strangely after a while: "But didn't my grandma survive well? My grandma is also a descendant of the holy clan and the witch clan."

Yan Jiuchao looked towards the dark corner of the dormitory: "That's because someone suffered the backlash for her."

Yu Wan's heart skipped a beat, Holy Maiden Lan Yi!

She just said, how could the Saintess Lan Yi have such excellent medical skills that she couldn't heal her own injuries? It turned out that it wasn't that the injury was beyond treatment, but that it was impossible to resist the backlash caused by the blood.

Yan Jiuchao also gradually figured out the truth when he came to the Wu clan.

The Holy Maiden of Lan Yi should have learned about this by accident, so she chose to go far away, and found a way to transfer the backlash to herself, which led to her premature death.

After all, the Holy Maiden of Lan Yi is only a Holy Maiden, not a Holy King, and Sikong Ye is only a descendant of the Witch Clan, not a Witch King, not even a wizard.

Even so, if their combined bloodline suffered such a terrible backlash, one can imagine what will happen to the descendants of the Holy King and the Witch King.

It was impossible to save Zhou Jin's life from the very beginning.

The sage king buried his bones, planting vitality for Zhou Jin.

The Witch King used all his witch power to protect Zhou Jin's vitality.

No one forced them, they did it voluntarily. For this child who loved each other deeply, the holy king buried his bones and never returned to his hometown. The witch king was trapped and could never get out of the witch queen's cage.

Yu Wan's mood became complicated: "Queen Wu...do you know?"

"Of course I know." Yan Jiuchao said.

The Witch King is as infatuated with the Holy King and Zhou Jin as he is with her. He would rather not kill himself, exhaust all his witch power, endure pain day and night, and become human, ghost or ghost, and he must guard against it. Zhou Jin's vitality.

Can the queen not hate it?

Isn't the Witch King going to protect Zhou Jin? She just wants to destroy Zhou Jin, she wants to linger the heart of the Witch King, make the Witch King die of pain, and make the underground Holy King unable to rest in peace!

In her two lifetimes, Yu Wan was so shocked by a woman's ruthlessness and scheming for the first time.

Thinking of something, Yu Wan's expression changed: "Zhou Jin is so smart, seeing the appearance of the Witch King, he should... Guess that the Witch King became like this for him, right? He will definitely feel bad... If the witch queen threatens him with this, will he..."

"How? Have you thought about it? As long as your witch power is gone, that person's suffering will be over." In the imperial garden, the Queen of Witches said persuasively.

"Really... will it end?" Zhou Jin said.

The witch queen smiled, and gently rubbed her black cardamom-painted nails on his fair and thin face: "Of course, I assure you, he will get better, how about it? Are you willing to give me the witch power? "

Zhou Jin paused, raised her eyes, and looked into her eyes firmly: "Okay, I'll give it to you."

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