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Chapter 365: Junior Sister Wants to Revive the Sect (14)

Chang Yan just looked at him and suddenly smiled: "I want to!"

"Want to know why sister didn't come to the appointment? Doesn't sister want to see Taoist Qi?" A Kang slowly raised his head. Under the exquisite and cute fox mask, his gloomy eyes showed his dissatisfaction from beginning to end.

Chang Yan: "Aren't you here?"

Ah Kang was stunned for a moment, then he became even angrier. He was actually fooled!

A Kang rushed over, and Chang Yan held him down with her hand: "Does Wan Niang know you're here? She probably doesn't know."

A Kang took two steps back and laughed strangely: "Why are you asking this, sister?"

A Kang suddenly took off his fox mask and rushed over again. Chang Yan didn't want to argue with this kid, so he held him down again, pulled the stool over and pressed him on it.

That face, which should have been childish, was just as terrifying as Qin Shuyi said. There were many fine knife marks, and there were faint black lines in between. Akang was a broken doll.

He observed Chang Yan carefully, expecting to see fear and terror in Chang Yan's eyes, so that he could say the words he had prepared for a long time.

But what kind of monsters has Changyan not seen? There are white bones everywhere, corpses all over the mountain, and zombies everywhere. How could he be scared by a little kid? Changyan was not scared, but Akang was at a loss. He frowned and asked, "Why aren't you scared?"

He started to show his teeth and claws again, making a biting motion and making a hissing sound.

"Have you had enough fun?" Chang Yan didn't care about his ferocious appearance, nor did she care about his face.

A Kang didn't know what to do. He couldn't scare anyone and his goal was not achieved. He wanted to leave, but Chang Yan held him down again. A Kang turned around subconsciously and asked, "Are you going to kill me?"

Kill, kill, death is the best. No more fear of pain.

Chang Yan forcefully pinched his face with her fingers, applying a little force, and carefully observed the scars and lines on his face. For Akang's face, Wan Niang probably didn't dare to go to the doctor, and was afraid that she had only bought some scar removal medicine.

The scars on his face were almost connected, with some fading marks at the end, but not many. Akang finally panicked, he didn't know how to face this situation, his face was pinched, and he felt like his throat was pinched.

I used to think that death was okay and no big deal, but now I am really afraid of death.

A Kang couldn't help but feel a sense of despair, and his thin body trembled slightly: "You, you let me go."

What hasn't she done yet? This kid is really a novice and a playful one.

"Akang, what medicine are you taking?" Chang Yan did not let go.

"What medicine?" How come he doesn't understand this adult?

"Didn't your mother and father think of a way to deal with the scars and demon marks on your face?" It's not like Azhou died before Akang was born. He is their own child, so how could they not think of a way to allow him to live a normal life in human society.

Ah Kang didn't want to mention his father, and he stiffened his neck and refused to tell the truth: "I didn't take the medicine. I won't tell you where Taoist Qi is!"

Or change the subject.

Master Qi’s location, huh, he actually knows it.

"Little liar." Chang Yan loosened his hand and started to chase him away. "If you want your face to look like a normal person's, without scars or demon marks, go back and tell your mother to come find me."

A Kang was stunned for a moment, then stood up, his eyes full of suspicion: "I know everything my mother knows, and I will say what my mother won't say. I don't need to ask her about my affairs."

Akang felt that he could make the decision. What's more, he didn't trust Changyan and didn't want Wanniang to have more contact with this group of cultivators.

Chang Yan sat upright, "Songfengling is far from the capital, and the people who come and go in Songfengling are complicated and their identities are changing. One thing is always right, people are mixed. There is only this inn here, little liar, when your father was alive, your mother and you were not bullied by other men, right? If you want to live here for the rest of your life, it will be difficult to make a living without running an inn. Do you want your mother to swallow her anger for your face?"

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