When I opened my eyes, my fox became a sick villain

Chapter 74 Ah Qing, carry me on your back

She asked again, "Can you write?"

The boy paused, paused for a moment, shook his head, and continued to drag Qingwu forward.

The two avoided the inspection of the guards, walked through a deserted palace, and came to a dry well.

The young man pointed at the dry well, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

Qingwu asked: "What's in here?"

The boy nodded and looked at her helplessly, as if waiting for her to continue guessing.

Qingwu asked again: "Someone fell in?"

Still nodding.

Qingwu wanted to go over to have a look, but he was worried that the young man was standing behind her.

So, she clamped the young man's slender neck, pressed the young man's head and leaned over with her to look over.

But the young man mistakenly thought that Qingwu wanted to push him down, and as if he was going crazy, he struggled desperately, with tears streaming down his face.

Qingwu let go of his hand in panic, and explained: "I didn't want to push you, I just in case, you are plotting behind my back, don't cry."

The appearance of the young man crying is very similar to that of the young Yan Chenjin, upon closer inspection, there are two points of resemblance between his eyebrows and eyes.

Could this child be one of Yan Chenjin's 21 brothers?
Qingwu asked him, "Are you the son of the demon king?"

The teenager cried and nodded.

Sure enough, it was Ah Jin's younger brother, but Qingwu didn't understand, how could such a young child, who is also the prince of the demon clan, lose his tongue?
Qingwu glanced into the well.

It was a dry well, which had been covered by mud, only about one foot deep, and there was no one in it.

Qingwu frowned, more and more suspicious of the young man's intentions, and turned to leave.

The weeping boy hurriedly grabbed Qingwu's arm, pointed his fingers at the dry well, and kept yelling.

Qingwu frowned, "I've checked, and there's no one here!"

The boy broke down and shook his head, crying even harder.

As if thinking of something suddenly, Qingwu asked: "Isn't it a living person?"

The other party nodded excitedly.

"Someone died inside? Who is it?" Qingwu asked.

The boy pointed at his heart and shouted at the top of his voice, as if he wanted to point out a hole in his heart.

"Someone related to you?"

The young man nodded.

Since he is the demon king's son, the demon king is still alive and well, and he summoned Yan Chenjin today, so it can't be him, could it be... "Your mother?"

The boy nodded his head and knelt on the ground, climbed to the side of the dry well, and burst into tears.

Qing Wu recalled what Yan Chenjin said that day, his father was a romantic man, he had a lot of wives and concubines, women were intriguing, even the Yao Wangfei suffered from it, let alone a concubine.

It is no surprise that the boy's mother will be buried here.

Qingwu asked: "What do you want me to do? Help you dig up your mother's bones?"

The boy turned his head, cried and nodded, then shook his head again.

Is it, or is it not?

Qingwu didn't understand, but he saw the boy standing up unsteadily, picking up a stone, and throwing it into the well.

The stone just disappeared into the well without a sound.

In such a shallow well, the sound of stones falling to the ground should be heard soon, but there was no movement.

Qingwu didn't believe in evil, picked up a stone by himself and threw it down, it still seemed to be thrown into a bottomless pit, without a trace.

The well is under a spell?

It's nothing more than the bones of an abandoned woman, why is she imprisoned with such a spell?

Qingwu asked: "Who did this?"

The boy wiped away his tears with his sleeve indiscriminately, took Qing Wu's hand and walked forward.

Qingwu followed his footsteps, sneaked through rows of palaces, and came to the gate of the Demon King's Palace.

He pointed at the gate of the Demon King's Palace, opened his black mouth, and shouted something.

Is it the demon king?
Before Qingwu had time to confirm, the boy's voice had already attracted the patrolling guards, and the boy ran away as soon as he saw the guards, as if he had seen a ghost.

Until the boy's figure disappeared from sight, Qingwu was still dazed and a little dazed.

What is he trying to say?
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from Qingwu's back, and the vigilant Qingwu pressed the hand, and threw the person over his shoulder with his backhand, hitting the ground heavily.

The boy who fell to the ground had tears in his eyes, and looked at her eagerly, "Ah Qing, are you going to kill me?"

It turned out that it was just Yan Chenjin who came back from the Demon King's Palace. Qing Wu hurriedly helped him up, and apologized again and again, "I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't know it was you, I thought someone was sneaking up, get up, get up."

The boy was thrown, and his whole body was sore. He stretched out his hand that was scratched, and the flesh was covered with sand, and said aggrievedly, "It hurts so much!"

Qingwu felt extremely distressed, held his hand, gently blew off the sand, and then invaded the wound with devilish energy, and soon, the wound healed under the nourishment of the devilish energy.

"I'm sorry, Ah Jin, it's all my fault." The wound had already healed, and Qing Wu still carefully blew on his palm.

Yan Chenjin said in a low voice, "My body hurts too."

Qingwu transferred a large amount of demonic energy to Yanchenjin, but he still cried out for pain and pestered her to carry him back.

Little Poor's body is very delicate, so Qingwu dared not neglect her, and quickly squatted down, not waiting for the boy to crawl on her back.

Qingwu turned his head to look, and noticed that the boy's eyes were looking into the distance, followed the boy's gaze, and saw the boy who pulled out his tongue.

She stood up and wanted to call out to the boy, but she saw him running away as if flying away.

The young man completely disappeared from sight, Yan Chenjin put away the dignified expression on his face, and Qing Wu who hadn't regained his composure, "Ah Qing, carry me on your back."

Qingwu squatted down, carried the inkstone dust on her back, and on the way back, she asked, "Who was that child just now?"

Yan Chenjin's eyes widened, and he asked, "Why did Ah Qing ask him all of a sudden?"

Qingwu naturally has nothing to hide from Yan Chenjin.

She told Yan Chenjin exactly what happened just now, and the pupils of the young man on his back were flickering with a cold light.

Yan Chenjin said: "That child, he was not loved by his father, and his tongue was pulled out by his father."

He said these words very plainly, as if the child made a mistake and was beaten with a ruler, how normal it is.

Qingwu couldn't help swallowing, "Your father, isn't it too cruel?"

The boy laughed at himself and said, "He is the cruelest father in the world, but he is just a child. In his eyes, he is nothing."

Ah Jin is also the child of that person, and he must have suffered a lot since childhood!

"Did he do such an excessive thing to you?" Qing Wu asked.

Yan Chenjin pressed against her neck, rubbed against her neck, and said, "I almost became like that child."

Qingwu shuddered, not able to imagine, if she saw such dust, would she go mad and rush into the Demon King's Palace and kill that man.

(End of this chapter)