The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

  Chapter 461 [V317] There are black eggs at home, Shura is here

   But after Yu Wan made up her mind, her family of five settled down in Surabaya Street.

  This yard was an unintentional house bought by King Yan. It was clean and remote, not as big as Helian Mansion, but it couldn’t stand it, and it was possible to run through the door. There was an entire street where people could run. The three little guys quickly integrated into their current life.

   The experience of letting them live in Lotus Village earlier is not useless, and their adaptability is much stronger than that of their peers.

  Yingliu did not forget to bring Fuling and Zisu when he went to Helian Mansion to bring news. With a maid in the yard, Yu Wan was free to do her own thing.

   Her daily routine is to boil medicine and administer needles for Yan Jiuchao. It is worth mentioning that after stabbing her husband countless times, her acupuncture skills have finally improved by leaps and bounds, and she can be alone without the old Cui Tou watching.

   Yan Jiuchao went out to be a demon much less often. On the bright side, he was resting, but Yu Wan understood that he wanted to spend more time with his father.

   But, it wasn't Yu Wan who hit him, he was past the most innocent and lovely age, so he didn't have that much lethal power to King Yan, okay? The three little guys are still amazing, smiling, making trouble, and even knowing one more action and learning one more sentence can make King Yan excited.

King Yan occasionally thinks of the pictures of Yan Jiuchao when he was a child. Compared to his memory, he was always sticking with his son. King Yan felt that the three little guys were more obedient. Putting them aside, they could play for a long time without crying. Don't make trouble.

   King Yan often sighed, how could there be such a well-behaved child in the world?

  The weather is fine today.

   King Yan took out his collection of books.

King Yan was a literati and had no other hobbies in his life. He only loved to collect the ancient books of calligraphy everyone. When he left the Queen's Mansion, he didn't want any gold and silver treasures. .

  Nanzhao is rainy and humid. In order to prevent booklets from spoiling, they should be taken out to dry from time to time.

  The three little guys went to take a break, lying on the bed in a mess, sleeping soundly.

   King Yan took out a large box full of orphaned ancient books and spread it out on the lawn in the backyard. Then, he went to the small kitchen.

   He is not very good at cooking, but he is quite happy to cook for Shangguan Yan and a few little guys.

He simmered a pot of red dates and lotus seed soup. Halfway through the stew, he guessed that the children should wake up. He hurriedly went to the upper room, but when he opened the door, the room was empty, the bed was cold, and the little ones had already left. It's been a long time.

   He was shocked and searched all over the yard. Finally, in the backyard, he found the black eggs sitting on the lawn basking in the sun with their legs crossed.

   King Yan looked at their little backs, his heart dropped, and a trace of relief passed by unconsciously.

   When you wake up, you don’t cry, you don’t make trouble, you don’t look for someone. It’s so good.

  呲—

   As soon as the thought flashed, a tearing sound came from the hands of the little black eggs.

   King Yan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something, and stepped forward in three steps!

   As a result, he saw confetti all over the floor...

  He, he, he… his only copy!

   His ancient books!

   Forward!

  The three little black eggs were so happy to tear up, tearing paper was so fun, la la la!

   King Yan covered his heart, his eyes were black!

  …

   "Hahahahahahahahaha!" Xiao Zhenting, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, returned to the yard when he thought of King Yan's pain and madness and wanted to die, and laughed until the roof collapsed.

   What is gloating, this is it!

  You said that what you like is not good. If you have to love books, isn't it just a few pieces of torn paper with hairs to keep?

  Looking at King Yan's look, Xiao Zhenting felt that he had enough fun for the whole year.

   A few little black eggs are really his treasures, be careful, they are so angry with their grandfather!

   "Hahahahahaha..." The more Xiao Zhenting thought about it, the more joyful he became, and he couldn't stop laughing.

  Suddenly, Shangguanyan came over and gave him a strange look: "Why do you laugh like this? Dabao and the others are here, you should watch."

   Xiao Zhenting secretly rubbed the big bear's paw, and the little hero came over, he must reward them well!

  Xiao Zhenting took the candied haws he just bought and went to the yard to find three little black eggs.

   He has chickens in his yard.

   Raised by Shangguan Yan, said a few children like it.

   A few little guys squatted on the ground, wondering what they were doing.

   Xiao Zhenting walked over with a smile on his face: "Dabao, Erbao, Xiao..."

   His smile froze before the greeting was over.

   What are the little guys holding in their hands?

   Isn't that the dagger he has treasured for many years? There are five in total, each of which is a magic weapon that moves the world! Have drank the blood of an emperor! They are the lifeblood of his Xiao Zhenting!

  The three most precious hands were touched by the little ones.

   They are shovelling, chicken, **** with such a powerful magic weapon! !

   ah ah ah—

   Marshal Xiao collapsed!

  …

  In the night, the three little black eggs first had dinner in King Yan's yard, and then went to Shangguan Yan's yard for supper. They discovered a remarkable thing. The faces of the two grandfathers were dark.

   They have things on their minds.

  The adults are really unhappy about the little things, and they are not as sensible as their children.

   Look how happy they are every day, right?

   The little black eggs who tore up countless isolated ancient books and shoveled chicken feces with magic soldiers, went to take a bath with great joy!

  Shangguanyan was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

   She is no longer young. After all, she is not as good as when Huaiyan Jiuchao was in her old age. After only six months, her body became a bit swollen.

   "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" Xiao Zhenting asked thoughtfully.

   Stinky tofu.

   But Nanzhao didn't have to sell it, and it was too late to make it now.

  Shangguanyan thought about it and said, "Fu Yuanzi, I heard that the emperor has a long-established Fu Yuanzi. I have never eaten it. Dabao and the others love it."

   "I'll go buy it." Xiao Zhenting put on his clothes without saying a word, and went to ask Yu Wan for the address.

After asking for the address, Xiao Zhenting went to the store as quickly as possible. It was late at night and the store was about to close, so there were not many people. I bought some, and let Dabao and the others try them later.

   However, just as he was heading home with a large can of Fu Yuanzi, a very terrifying aura suddenly came from the end of the street.

   At this time, there were not many pedestrians on the street, it was deserted, and the moonlight fell on the ground.

   Xiao Zhenting frowned instinctively.

He has killed countless enemies, and he has been trained for a long time. The collapse of the sky and the earth is not enough to make him change color. However, at this moment, he feels a long-lost feeling of blood surging, which is born when facing a strong enemy. consciousness.

   That breath is getting closer.

   Xiao Zhenting protected Fu Yuanzi in his arms tightly, staring at the direction of the end for a moment.

   A seemingly inconspicuous carriage drove over.

The breath of    comes from the carriage.

  The visitor is not good!

   Xiao Zhenting is not someone who has to wait for the opponent to shoot back before fighting back. He is belligerent by nature. No matter who you are, fight first!

   Seeing that the carriage was about to drive past him, he raised his fist suddenly and smashed it down!

   Asura flashed out and slapped Xiao Zhenting's fist with a palm!

The moment the    fists and palms met, the air around them seemed to be twisted.

  The coachman didn't expect an assassin to kill him halfway, so he didn't plan to stop, and the carriage drove past.

  Nangongli opened the curtain of the rear window and looked at the man who attacked them in disbelief.

   That man is too tall, right?

   Shura's height is already different from ordinary people, and that person is actually three points taller than Shura.

   And even more unbelievable, he took Shura's palm.

   You must know that Shura does not take action easily, even if he is dealing with the top gold-faced dead men, it is only the suppression of the breath, which is enough to make the opponent explode and die.

  What kind of person is this, forcing Shura out of his palm.

   And after receiving Shura's palm, he was neither dead nor injured, just forced back a few steps.

How could this be?

  Who is this person?

   Xiao Zhenting's shock was no less than that of Nangong Li. He felt the aura of the dead man on the other side, but he felt that the other side was different from any type of dead man he had ever seen. It seemed... more powerful.

   Although he didn't use all his strength in that punch, the opponent also used only a few skills, even less than him.

Well?

   Shura gave Xiao Zhenting a strange look.

   As if he didn't expect this big guy to catch his move.

  Nangongli was anxious to take Shura to assassinate Shangguan Yan, so it was inconvenient to delay time, so he blew the bone whistle and recalled Shura.

  When did such a master come to the imperial capital?

  Nangong Li wondered.

   Could it be Xiao Zhenting?

   But in the middle of the night, why is Xiao Zhenting hanging around here?

  This is a full half-hour drive away from Surabaya Street. Would Xiao Zhenting leave his beloved wife and wander around so far away?

   Besides... Judging from the information collected by Nangong Li, Xiao Zhenting is a good player in fighting, and he shouldn't have such a powerful skill in fighting alone.

   But in case it was Xiao Zhenting…

  Yes, there is no other way, the carriage has gone too far, and it will not be able to catch up any more.

   Let's hurry to Sishui Street and dispose of Shangguanyan!

  The driver hurried towards Surabaya Street.

   On the other side, Xiao Zhenting, after fighting Shura, his eyelids began to throb. The carriage was clearly heading towards Surabaya Street. Did he care too much? How could there be an illusion that they were being targeted by the beasts of the flood after their whereabouts were exposed?

   Xiao Zhenting decided to rush back as soon as possible.

  It is very far from Surabaya Street, but there is a shortcut - through Helian House.

   This is not difficult for Xiao Zhenting, he has the waist card of Helian House.

  Rao was the one who took the shortcut of Helian Mansion, still one step slower than Nangong Li.

  Nangongli's carriage stopped at the corner of Sishui Street. He took out the portrait and said to Shura, "This woman is Shangguanyan, do you understand? Don't make a mistake in a while."

  Shura nodded.

  Nangongli gave him a dagger: "Remember, I want that piece of meat in her stomach."

  Shura took the dagger and got off the carriage.

The    room, Nangong Li has already pointed it to him.

   He walked over murderously.

  Unfortunately, both Ying Thirteen and Ying Six went out to check the news tonight. No one stopped him. That poor woman would not even have a chance to escape.

  Nangongli returned Shura to the Diji Mansion after sending Shura to the destination.

   He was not worried that Shura would miss.

   Even if the expert just now was Xiao Zhenting, he couldn't stop Shura's full blow.

  Mother, don't worry, my father has repeatedly betrayed you and hurt you for a feisty woman, and I will make him and that woman pay the price!

   Xiao Zhenting used all the light work of his life, but he was still a quarter of an hour later than Shura.

   When he arrived at Surabaya Street, although Nangongli's carriage was no longer there, the familiar aura seemed to be faintly lingering in the corner of his house.

   He frowned and strode back to the yard!

   "Yan'er!"

   He pushed open the concealed courtyard door, and a strong **** smell hit his nostrils, and the neat and tidy courtyard became messy. It is not difficult to guess what kind of chaos happened here!

   "Yan'er!" His eyebrows jumped, and he went to Shangguan Yan's house with murderous aura.

  The house is empty!

   The smell is stronger, it seems to be different from the street, but…

   But what, Xiao Zhenting had no time to think.

   He hurried into the backyard.

  The backyard is also a mess.

   He saw the figure who had exchanged hands once.

   That figure was sitting on the lawn, looking very relaxed!

   Sure enough, this guy! Sure enough, it was for them!

   After killing someone, are you still relying on it? !

  What do you want to do?

   Do you show off your power?

   Or do you plan to deal with him together? !

   He can accept the opponent's assassination of himself, but he must not accept the opponent's injury to Shangguan Yan!

   Xiao Zhenting gathered up all his internal strength and smashed the opponent's back fiercely!

   Surprisingly, this guy didn't hide, he just punched him so hard!

  Click!

   is the sound of bones breaking.

   Immediately afterwards, there was a **** swallowing sound.

  Shura vomited blood, but swallowed it with all his strength.

   Xiao Zhenting was stunned.

   This guy's martial arts are obviously superior to him, why didn't he escape? Even if he couldn't escape, using his internal force to shake him away, he would be able to block him back several times.

   "Are you back?" Shangguan Yan came over with a pot of goat milk cooked next door.

   Xiao Zhenting was shocked, he looked at Shangguan Yan who was completely intact, and then looked at Shura who was beaten by himself and vomited blood, what came to his mind, he walked around in front of Shura and took a closer look—

   Just met the pale-colored Shura sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a blackish little black egg in his arms.

   (end of this chapter)