The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The ghost mother went to the judge to see if she could get the child and the magic weapon before the judge killed the two men, and Moxiu turned and went into the house.

This house doesn't look big from the outside, but after entering it, there are many gloomy and cold rooms, and in each room there is a living person or a corpse that has not been disposed of in time.

Moxiu came to the last room and paused for a while.

"Damn it! Don't try to plot against this old man! This old man is not a scum like you who can plot against him!"

A roar of majestic spiritual power came from the room, it was the old man in the Taixu Realm.

Moxiu spent a lot of effort to catch him back, even at the expense of being injured. His injury is not serious, but it will be very troublesome to raise him. The old man in the Taixu realm is a tough bone, and it is a bit tricky to chew now. Moxiu decided Wait for him to be weak in the underworld for a few days before doing it.

Moxiu is not afraid that he will disappear just like that, after all, where the realm is, the old man can linger on for a long time.

On the contrary, those disciples of the Holy Sect are not very used to the underworld's underworld energy, and they are about to die.

Before they die, I have to suck their yang energy.

Moxiu turned around and came to the penultimate room, where all three disciples of the Holy Sect were locked.

With a click, the door of the room was opened, and a faint light came in, shining on the three disciples of the Holy Sect in green clothes. All three of them fainted because of their weakness.

Moxiu came in front of the three of them, squatted down, grabbed the neck of a disciple of the Holy Sect with one hand, and was about to suck their yang energy into the body, but at this moment, a golden flute flashed in, and suddenly Hit Moxiu's back.

Moxiu was hit by a huge force and fell to the ground, and a black smoke that seemed to be burning came out of his back.

He gritted his teeth, turned his head abruptly, and glared fiercely at the uninvited guest at the door.

"Oh!" Yan Xiaosi covered his eyes, "Why are you so ugly?"

The blue-faced fangs should be referring to the man in front of him.

Before coming in, Yan Xiaosi imagined the appearance of the murderer countless times. Since the ghosts are ugly (even though they were not born by ghost mothers), this made Yan Xiaosi seriously doubt the ghost mother's aesthetics, The murderer who was shielded by her mother will not make any illusions about her appearance.

But... She still underestimated the ghost mother's aesthetics.

Yan Xiaosi hid behind Lord Demon Lord, grabbed his sleeves tightly, poked out his small head, and meowed at Demon Xiu on the ground with only one eye.

The blow of the flute seemed to have seriously injured him, he lay on the ground gasping for breath, and broke out in cold sweat, which made his appearance even more ferocious.

Yan Xiaosi looked at his two big fangs, and couldn't help touching his own: "How can someone's teeth grow so big?"

"Because he is not a human being." Lord Demon Master looked down at Moxiu who was seriously injured and said, "To be precise, he is not a living person."

The secret was discovered, and Moxiu's eyes flashed a trace of extreme panic, but this didn't seem to only come from the exposure of the secret. He looked at Lord Demon Lord, and began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Xiao Zhao, he seems to be very afraid of you." Yan Xiaosi said.

"Yeah." He is the Demon Lord, and he has absolute racial coercion over all Demon Cultivators. Of course, Demon Cultivators will be afraid.

I'm afraid Moxiu recognized him as early as the first time they fought against the ghost mother.

"You are quite courageous." Lord Demon Master came to Moxiu step by step, like a demon god in charge of life and death.

Moxiu shrank her body, lowered her head, and concealed the strangeness that flashed in her eyes.

He slowly touched his sleeves.

There was a loud click, and it was the Lord Demon Lord's noble steps that stepped on the bone of his hand, which was about to break his wrist.

Lord Demon Lord's shoes rolled on his broken hand bones: "You dare to fight her ideas, I see you are really tired of work."

That flute has been turned on by the Buddha's light. Although it is powerful, it can make the ghosts who touch it fly away, but Moxiu is not considered a ghost. The effect of the flute on him is limited. The reason why he pretends to be so weak is just In order to lower his vigilance, so as to snatch the child in his back basket.

Although Lord Demon Lord doesn't care about the life and death of the Holy King, that small body belongs to Yan Xiaosi.

Moxiu was so painful that his eyes were tearing apart, but he couldn't utter the slightest scream.

Thinking of how many innocent lives he had hurt, Yan Xiaosi lost any sympathy for him. Yan Xiaosi walked over and asked, "Xiao Zhao, what did you mean when you said he was not alive?"

The devil master said: "He is dead, and he relies on absorbing yang energy to maintain his current appearance."

"Ah? This... this is a corpse..." Yan Xiaosi is not afraid of corpses. In fact, she is not afraid of anything except ugliness. "Then he is still a demon cultivator?"

The demon master said: "It used to be a demon cultivator, but now... it is a dead demon cultivator."

Yan Xiaosi grumbled: "I understand, he is dead, but he is unwilling to reincarnate, so he absorbs the Yang Qi of the young man to extend his life in a disguised form?"

Lord Demon Master's voice became a little lower: "Devil Cultivators don't have reincarnation."

"Huh?" Yan Xiaosi looked at him puzzled.

He murmured: "Once you fall into the evil way, you will never have the chance of reincarnation. After death, your soul will be scattered and completely disappeared in the six realms."

Yan Xiaosi scratched his head: "So... don't the people of the Demon Race be very miserable? Then why are some people still possessed by demons?"

Lord Demon Lord pondered: "Because it is powerful. Experts of the same realm, demon cultivators are stronger than orthodox monks, and some people are out of demons, and..."

He paused and didn't say anything else, "Anyway, there are many reasons."

"Oh." Yan Xiaosi nodded with an epiphany.

Lord Demon Master looked at the dying demon cultivator, who was dying, but he was still struggling in vain: "From the moment you became a demon, you should have understood your fate. You have practiced for so many years, but you haven't done well yet!" Are you mentally prepared to be wiped out?"

Mo Xiu prostrated himself on the ground in pain.

Yan Xiaosi could feel the pain emanating from him, as if enveloped by a great sadness.

Is that why you don't want to die?

Lord Demon Lord's hand was clasped on the top of Demon Xiu's head.

Yan Xiaosi understood that Xiao Zhao was going to lose the other party in the end.

It stands to reason that if the murderer is caught, he should be taken back to Shengzong for disposal, but Xiao Zhao killed him here, and she didn't feel that it was against the law at all, as if...he had a more absolute and orthodox right to dispose of Moxiu.

Moxiu didn't resist.

But Yan Xiaosi clearly saw tears in his eyes.

At this moment, an iron chain shot in, wrapped around Yan Xiaosi's waist, and dragged her out of the room.

The ghost mother stood at the gloomy doorway, grabbed Yan Xiaosi's throat with one hand, and said coldly: "Let Huan Lang go, or I'll kill your friend!"

Lord Demon Lord narrowed his eyes slightly to look at her, and his figure flashed suddenly.

Before the ghost mother could blink her eyelids, she felt that the other party had come to her like a ghost, and then the person who was choked by the throat disappeared, and instead she was choked by someone, and she was slammed against the cold wall superior.

It wasn't that she was crushed to see the wall, but she was smashed through a full eighteen rooms, destroyed eighteen walls, and finally, pushed her against the edge of the magic weapon.

She is a ghost mother, and she has an immortal body in the underworld, but at this moment, the bones of her entire back were smashed.

She spit out a mouthful of black mist, which is her soul energy. In the human world, she vomited blood.

The ghost mother never knew that this man was so powerful, he was obviously in the same realm as her, how could he beat her in her territory, no, it wasn't winning, it was crushing.

The ghost mother's soul energy is overflowing. People in the underworld have no blood, and the soul energy is their blood. Once the soul energy is exhausted, they will be wiped out.

Moxiu staggered through the big holes, came to the Lord Demon Lord, and knelt down with a plop: "I beg the Lord, please forgive the ghost mother. Everything is because of my unrighteous actions. The ghost mother was coerced by me. Willing to be punished, please the Lord punish me!"

my lord?

The ghost mother was dumbfounded.

Is this young man who looks less than twenty actually the new Demon Lord of the Demon Race?

That young man who was rumored to be more talented and intelligent than the former old demon lord?

How could it be him?

He seems to be stronger than the rumors.

"Xiao Zhao! Cough, cough, cough..." Yan Xiaosi also came over, she really walked with her legs, passed eighteen walls, and was choked by the wall dust, "Xiao Zhao, where are you? Are you OK?"

Lord Demon Lord coldly dropped the ghost mother, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and after wiping it clean, he stretched out his hand to grab Yan Xiaosi who was about to hit the wall.

Women are always very sensitive in this regard, and the ghost mother felt that the relationship between the two of them might not be simple when she saw the way the devil cared for the young man.

Unexpectedly, the all-powerful young demon lord actually likes men...

At the critical moment of life and death, the ghost mother didn't care about the surprise in her heart, she only knew that all her hopes rested on this man in white.

She plopped down on her knees in front of Yan Xiaosi, and she wanted to cry, "Master! Please let us go! We know we were wrong! We dare not do it again!"

Yan Xiaosi said sternly: "Let you go? How can I do that? You have harmed so many people!"

The ghost mother burst into tears: "Young master! All mistakes are my fault! If you want to kill me, kill me! Let Huan Lang go! He is innocent! I taught him to do this! I made him smoke Sunny!"

"Stop talking!" Moxiu stopped her, "One person does things and one person is responsible. I am the one who should be damned, and I am the one who should be wiped out. You...you have to live."

The ghost mother cried: "What's the use of me living alone? I..."

Moxiu winked at her abruptly, signaling her to stop talking.

Yan Xiaosi suddenly realized that these two people had something to hide from them.