The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Zhou Jin slowly raised his hand and touched the iron chain trapped on the woman's body. Just as he was about to take off the iron chain, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

"Ah!" Zhou Jin withdrew her hand uncomfortably, and covered her painful chest, and at this moment, his consciousness was quite clear.

He took a step back and looked at the woman trapped by the black iron chain in shock.

He is a descendant of the Witch King, and his witch power has been amazing since he was a child. He has always been the only one who can confuse others. It is the first time that someone has used illusions for this role.

It wasn't for Xiao Gu Gu who woke him up in time, he had already done something irreversible.

Seeing that Zhou Jin was awake, the Holy King's gentle expression instantly turned cold. Her gaze was fixed on Zhou Jin's heart, and the corners of her lips curled up in disdain: "Little, Gu, Huang?"

Sensing her killing intent towards Xiao Gu, Zhou Jin got further and further away from her.

The Holy King smiled, and said slowly, "Don't be afraid, I'm your mother, and I won't hurt you."

Zhou Jin looked at her calmly without speaking.

The Holy King said bewitchingly: "What? They didn't tell you, am I still alive? I didn't die, it was Soul Rakshasa who died. I came back intact and reunited with your mother and child."

A flash of vigilance flashed in Zhou Jin's eyes.

The holy king said: "Don't be afraid, come here quickly, let mother see, mother's little Zhou Jin has grown so big."

Because of being suppressed by the black iron chain, the soul-hunting technique cannot be performed, but it does not prevent her from performing illusions on her son who is in the same line as "herself".

"Come, come to mother." She said, looking at Zhou Jin firmly.

Zhou Jin struggled under her illusion.

The Holy King's body suddenly twitched, and when the Holy King regained consciousness, his entire aura changed.

She yelled with red eyes: "Go! Go! Don't come here! Don't come near here! Don't listen to what I say!"

Zhou Jin was taken aback.

"Hurry up..." Before she finished speaking, her body twitched again, and when she opened her eyes again, she turned back into that gentle and amiable mother again.

"Hey, come to mother..."

Zhou Jin took a step forward.

The Holy King twitched again.

She yelled: "Don't come here! Let you go!"

Zhou Jin paused.

The Holy King smiled charmingly: "Hey, come quickly, mother misses you..."

Zhou Jin's steps were almost out of control.

Suddenly, a powerful witch power enveloped and penetrated into the mind of the Holy King. The Holy King's eyes went dark and he passed out.

Zhou Jin also fell down without strength, but the imagined pain did not come, and he fell into a warm embrace.

The Witch King hugged him and asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

Zhou Jin gave him a weak look.

"What's the matter?" Ying Shisan entered the room with a long sword in his hand, saw the Witch King wearing a cloak, and Zhou Jin who was slightly weak in the arms of the Witch King, and roughly guessed the cause and effect.

He put away the sword, walked over expressionlessly, and took Zhou Jin from his arms: "Give it to me, and I will send him back to his room."

The Witch King looked at his pale son, nodded, and let go.

Ying Shisan wanted to send Zhou Jin back to her room, but Zhou Jin grabbed Ying Shisan by the sleeve.

Ying Shisan understood, and said: "You were sleeping just now, there are some things that I didn't have time to tell you, if you want to hear, just stay."

Zhou Jin is not an ordinary child, they never deliberately hide anything from him.

"I'll stay." Zhou Jin said.

"That's good." Ying Thirteen turned to the Witch King and said, "The Witch King is here too."

Xu Shi had expected that he would come to him, and no one was surprised by the witch king's midnight visit.

Ying Shisan carried Zhou Jin to the study, where Yan Jiuchao was already waiting for him.

Ying Liu was by Yan Jiuchao's side, seeing that Ying Thirteen was hugging Zhou Jin, he moved a chair to him, and Ying Thirteen put Zhou Jin down.

"The Witch King visits in the middle of the night, but for the Holy King?"

"That's right." The Witch King said without hesitation, "I guessed that she would come to you."

Ying Shisan said coldly: "You're wrong, she didn't come to see us, she came to see Zhou Jin, it just happened that Zhou Jin lived with us."

This is to remind the Witch King how much danger he has brought to his own son because of his inability to let go.

The Witch King said softly: "You don't need to remind me deliberately, I know."

Ying Shisan asked: "Then what are you going to do? You have also seen that Soul Raksha will not let you and your son go."

The Witch King said sternly: "Hun Luosha can't, but Ah Yan can."

Ying Shisan said: "Are you talking about the Holy King? How can you believe that the Holy King is dead, and she will never come back."

The Witch King shook his head: "No, she didn't die, she was just controlled by the memory of Hun Luocha. I saw her, and I believe...Jin'er saw her too." Zhou Jin looked pale.

"Did you really see the Holy King just now?" Ying Liu asked Zhou Jin in a low voice.

Zhou Jin recalled it for a while, then nodded slightly: "Yes."

Judging from the situation just now, the woman who yelled for him to leave seemed to be his mother—the Holy King.

The witch king's eyes lit up: "Look! Jin'er saw her too! I'm not wrong! Ah Yan is still alive! We only need to erase the consciousness of Hun Luocha!"

Ying Thirteen and Ying Six looked at Yan Jiuchao at the same time.

Yan Jiu said calmly: "How do you plan to erase it?"

The Witch King said: "Taking advantage of Hun Luosha's weak consciousness, I can use witchcraft to erase it."

"What if it fails?" Yan Jiuchao asked.

The Witch King opened his mouth and said: "I will not fail, I am sure, but I need you to protect me, and I may borrow some things from you."

Yan Jiuchao neither objected nor complied.

The Witch King understood that this young man was not so easy to compromise, but he had to seize the opportunity before him. After thinking for a moment, he clenched his fist and gritted his teeth: "I promise you, whether it succeeds or not, this is the first This time, and the last time, if I fail, she...she will let you handle it, and the Witch King's Tears...I will give it to you too."

Seeing that Yan Jiuchao was still silent, the Witch King said again: "Didn't your people suffer from the soul-hunting spell? If Ah Yan wakes up, with the help of the two of us, maybe Grandma and the others can wake up."

After a while, Yan Jiuchao opened his mouth: "What do you need?"

...

Mu Qing was born with a pair of yin and yang eyes, such eyes are an ominous omen in the Emerald Country, but in the Witch Clan they are inspired by the protection of the gods, the Witch King asked for a few drops of his blood, and another drop of the Gu Emperor's blood.

The little Gu Gu is still small, and its blood volume is extremely low. When a drop of blood is put down, it becomes lighter! ! !

Several pieces of the purest wizard and saint stones are also prepared.

"It's still too late for you to regret it now." Yan Jiuchao said.

"I don't regret it," said the Witch King.

"It won't fail, right? I'm so nervous." Ying Liu grabbed Ying Thirteen's hand.

Ying Shisan looked at Yan Ying Liu's slender fingers, his eyes moved, and said: "Of course there are risks, but there is no other way."

It is absolutely impossible for Soul Rakshasa to save Grandma and the others. If it is true what the Witch King said, then calling back the Holy King is the only way.

Several people chose a secluded mountain forest.

The Witch King formed a formation.

Yan Jiuchao protects him.

Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen are ready to send the Witch King what he needs at any time.

The holy king is tied to a tree.

"I'm going to begin," said the Witch King.

"En." Yan Jiuchao nodded.

"How much has the young master's skill recovered?" Ying Liu asked in a low voice.

"Seventy percent." Ying Thirteen said.

The Witch King sat cross-legged and made a magic formula, the vast witch power poured out, covering the Holy King in an instant.

Afterwards, as if the witch king was peeling off the cocoon, the majestic witch power was driven into the holy king's veins and poured into the holy king's mind.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner, and it seems to be going smoothly. The Witch King's witch power has entered the body of the Holy King. Next, it is time to imprison the consciousness of Soul Rakshasa and erase it in one fell swoop. But at this moment, The Holy King suddenly opened his eyes.

The witch power in her body was completely sucked into her dantian, the witch king was stunned, and the next second, Yan Jiuchao made a decisive decision, flew up, and slapped the holy king's face with his palm.

"don't want--"

The Witch King rushed over and hugged the Holy King.

Yan Jiuchao's palm landed on the back of the Witch King, and the Witch King spat out a mouthful of blood. The black iron chain stained with the blood of the Witch King broke instantly, and at almost the same moment, the Holy King broke through the Holy King The prohibition almost sucked up the witching power of the Witch King.

"Hahahaha..." The Holy King rose into the air, hooking the corners of his lips bloodthirstyly, "Great, the restriction is gone, and my injury is healed, thank you so much!"

Ying Thirteen's expression changed: "Oops! I was fooled! The Holy King never appeared from the beginning, and what Zhou Jin saw... was all pretended by Soul Raksha! The purpose is to make Zhou Jin believe that he saw his mother." !"

What a deep scheming!

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