The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

Yunshaojun was stunned for a long time, and then turned his eyes around. When he saw anlinyan, the most close aunt, and anlinyao, who liked to play with him, and anlinyang, whose hair was more than half white than before, he finally woke up.

"Grandpa..." With a cry voice from Yun Shaojun's mouth, "Grandpa, where are my parents? They They're dead, aren't they? "

An Lingyang sat beside the bed, hugged him in his arms and sobbed: "Junjun, it's grandpa who is useless. He didn't save your father and your mother. It's grandpa. It's useless! "

"Dad! Mother! Wuwu -! "

After all, Yun Shaojun is only an eight year old child. At this time, he confirmed the death of his parents and couldn't help crying.

Anlingyuan's wife always likes these two children best. At this time, she can't help but blush her eyes, "as long as you and Ann live, live! In the future, Junjun and An'an will follow us, and we will take care of you as our own children, OK? "

After crying for a long time, Yun Shaojun wiped away his tears. His eyes were full of hatred. "Grandpa, it's the people of Jinwu tribe. It's Wuda that killed his father and mother! I must avenge my parents! "

"Your parents have been avenged." Anling Yaolian hurriedly said, "Junjun, what you need to thank most is Xi Yue. He saved you, and he and Xi Er's son killed the people of Jinwu tribe. Even Wuda died in their hands."

For a long time, Yun Shaojun sat up in bed and kowtowed solemnly to Xi Yue.

Xi Yue patted Yun Shaojun lightly on his shoulder to show that he didn't need to do these frivolous gifts, but his eyes fell on the little girl Yun Anxin.

Only to see just happened so many things, the little girl has been low head, pale face, body shivering, as if immersed in their own world, can not pull out.

Xi Yue's warm hand gently touched the little girl's forehead, and Yun Anxin immediately shivered violently, as if to avoid in fear.

But all of a sudden, she seemed to feel something. She looked up timidly and looked down on Xi Yue.

"Ann, are you ok?" "An lingyao said," is there any pain? Let me have a look! "

However, as soon as an lingyao spoke, Yun Anxin immediately grabbed Xi Yue's hand in horror, like a frightened rabbit, hiding behind Xi Yue, shivering.

No matter who it is, except Xi Yue and Yun Shaojun, as soon as other people talk and get close to the girl, her face will be frightened, and her face will be pale and frightening. Even if an lingyao wants to forcibly treat her, she will go into a blackish coma.

"Ann, Ann --" Yun Shaojun's face changed with fright, holding his comatose sister.

"PTSD (trauma sequelae)." Xi Yue shook his head and looked at the little girl's pale smiling face with pity in her voice.

"Mr Xi, what are you talking about?"

Xi Yue sighed: "An'an was so shocked and shocked that she closed her heart. It has nothing to do with the disease of her body. It's a psychological obstacle. Even I can't help it."

"Then What should I do? "

Xi Yue reached out his hand and stroked the girl's forehead. After a while, he said: "as long as you take good care of her, let her forget the pain and feel the happiness, she will get better slowly."

Yun Shaojun's eyes were red and he clenched his fist and said, "I will take good care of my sister."