The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

   Chapter 538 [V393] Fierce Nine Brothers

  The city of Mingdu is bustling and crowded, and it is still full of traffic after dark.

In front of a brothel, several young masters jumped down from their carriages, holding folding fans, cupped their hands to greet each other, and walked into the brothel with smiles on their faces, but suddenly a shadow flashed, grabbed one of the sons, and threw him away. Unpredictably dragged into the side of the alley.

   The rest of the people looked at each other.

   "What just happened?"

   "No, I don't know... eh? Where's the prince?"

   "Yeah, what about others? He was still here just now..."

   "Damn it!"

   Several people were frightened.

The kidnapped prince turned pale with fright. He was so eloquent in talking to people. In the blink of an eye, people were dragged into the alley, and he was slammed against the wall. The worst person was this man. Wearing a fang mask is really scary!

   It wasn't that there was a shadow of that man on the ground, he almost thought he had hit an evil spirit.

   He stammered and asked: "You, you, you... who are you? Jie Jie Jie... Jie Jie or Jie Lu?"

  "..." The former sentence is still like a word, but what is the matter with the latter sentence...

   "Where is the Lan family?" Yan Jiuchao asked coldly.

   It turned out to be asking for directions, this strong man, you should have said it earlier!

  The prince trembled and pointed to the east end of the alley: "Take... hit there and go out, go south, keep walking until you reach it... Lan's house is very big, you won't miss it..."

   "Where is Sikong's family?" Yan Jiuchao then asked.

ha?

   Young Master Wang was stunned for a while, is this strong man from Mingdu? I don't know where the Lan family is, how come I don't even know the mansion of the Sikong family?

   Doubts turned into doubts, and the prince still pointed the way honestly.

   Sikong’s house and Lan’s house are not far apart. From the main entrance of Lan’s house, one mile to the north and three miles to the east is the Sikong’s house.

   It is said to be a mansion, but in fact it is not worse than the palace, but that place does not allow people to approach, trespassers will be killed without mercy.

   About this, the prince did not say anything.

   Whoever asked this person to ask the way is also fierce, let him be arrested by Longyawei!

   Wang Gongzi, despite being a little selfish, pointed the way correctly.

The Dragon Tooth Guard outside Sikong Mansion is even worse than the dead man of the Helian family. Ordinary people will be caught by the Dragon Tooth Guard without waiting for him to get close. Unfortunately, he is a ghost king with both internal strength and light power. Can't beat him.

   As for the gate of Sikong Mansion, it is not so easy to approach.

   There are several very terrifying auras in the Sikong Mansion, covering the entire mansion.

As a result of    hard rushing, nine times out of ten, he was torn to shreds by these breaths.

   Just when Yan Jiuchao was thinking about how to sneak into the mansion, a carriage came from not far away, and it looked like it was going to enter the Sikong mansion.

  Yan Jiu flashed his figure and got into the carriage.

  The carriage entered the mansion smoothly.

   This is the carriage that I bought, and Yan Jiuchao quietly flashed down when passing by the warehouse.

   "It's all ready, this box is for the second son, and this box is for the eldest son." In the warehouse, a man who looked like a manager handed the two boxes to the hands of two servants.

  The two took the box and went in different directions.

   Yan Jiuchao followed the second one.

   The next person came to a secluded courtyard.

  Yan Jiuchao looked strangely at the plaque - Qingfengyuan.

  Did the dignified Sikong eldest son actually live in such a dilapidated place?

  chi~

   A certain ghost (lesson), the king (lord), raised his eyes arrogantly, and walked in with great strides behind his servant.

   "I'm here to deliver something to the eldest son." The servant handed the box to the servant boy in the courtyard and then turned around and left.

  The waiter opened the box and looked at it, pouted in dissatisfaction, and then carried the box into Sikong Changfeng's room.

"What, these are the leftovers again!" The waiter complained in the room, "I can guarantee that the calligraphy that was sent to the second son's house is a hundred times better than ours! You are the eldest son of the Sikong family. Let him do everything?"

   Sikong Changfeng ignored him.

The servant boy had no intention of shutting his mouth, and complained to himself, "It's okay to give up these external things, but why give him the marriage with the saint? The son is the eldest son of the Sikong family, why? Can he marry a saint? That sentence is true, if there is a stepmother, there is a stepfather!"

   Sikong Changfeng was born by the original wife of the Sikong family, but his biological mother died when he was young. Today's Mrs. Sikong is the continuation of the Sikong family and the biological mother of the second son.

The Lan family saint never married the Sikong family, but it was the direct line of the Lan family. When she arrived at Lanjiao, this rule was gone. She could curry favor with the Sikong family, not to mention one daughter, even two or three. Send without hesitation.

   The object of the marriage at first was indeed Sikong Changfeng, but since Sikong Changfeng's biological mother died of illness, Sikong Changfeng has lost his backstage, and the new wife is very favored by the family owner. No matter how you look at it, the second son has a better chance of winning.

   Of course, she would not dare to let Lan Jiao offend Sikong Changfeng, but if Second Young Master also has this intention, then it will be another matter.

   is what Mrs. Sikong said to the head of the family.

"But I sometimes think about it, and I think it's not bad not to have this kind of marriage. I heard that this Lan family owner is not very good. Didn't we see her on the street just now? Just look at her like that. , I'm bullying good people again! I don't know who was bullied, but in short, it was a **** luck, and I met you--"

"Who?!"

   Before the fairy tale of the servant fell, Sikong Changfeng opened his mouth cautiously, and then a fierce palm wind came out, like a galloping arrow, hitting Yan Jiuchao's heart with a swish.

   Yan Jiuchao flicked his wide sleeves to remove the palm wind.

   This palm wind did not use all his strength, but the opponent's next move was still beyond Sikong Changfeng's expectations.

   Sikong Changfeng's eyes narrowed, the vast internal force slammed open the door and window, and his figure swept out.

   The servant boy opened his eyes wide and hurriedly chased out, and saw his son and a man in a black robe and a mask with fangs fighting fiercely.

  Sikong Changfeng's white clothes beat snow, Yan Jiuchao's black clothes are like ink, and the yard is full of murderous aura, but the figures of the two are really pleasing to the eye.

  The servant boy was originally going to **** his son, so he called the guards to arrest the assassin, but he looked at it, and even forgot what he did when he came out...

  Sikong Changfeng's skills are definitely not bad, he is considered one of the best among the younger generation, the man in front of him is wearing a fang mask, but his hands are as slender as jade, very young.

   When did such a master appear among the descendants of Mingdu?

   Sikong Changfeng's eyes flashed with surprise.

   What was even more surprising was that the breath of the other party was faintly familiar to him.

Yan Jiuchao slashed with another palm, Sikong Changfeng pointed his toes, turned up, and shot three darts at Yan Jiuchao. With the cover of the darts, he slammed a palm and took Yan Jiuchao directly. face door.

   It was almost impossible to avoid it, but when it was too late, Yan Jiuchao's whole body suddenly burst out with an icy internal force.

Sikong Changfeng felt as if half of his arm was frozen, he pulled out his hand in time, swept his body, stepped back, and looked at him in disbelief: "Ice Soul Art! ?! Who are you? Why do you know the inner strength of the ancestors?"

  Yan Jiuchao snorted coldly, you and other rats deserve to know the name of this king?

Yan Jiuchao's figure was vertical and he swept in front of Sikong Changfeng. If he knew himself and knew his opponent, Sikong Changfeng might not be Yan Jiuchao's opponent, but it was a pity that Sikong Changfeng was careless. Inner strength and heart method, this general idea, in exchange, half of Sikong Changfeng's body is paralyzed.

   At this time, if the opponent takes his life, he has little resistance.

   Of course, he could call for help.

   Sikong Changfeng did not do this.

   Yan Jiuchao's figure was approaching.

   Yan Jiuchao stretched out his hand.

   "Young Master—" The waiter finally recovered his senses, but unfortunately it was too late.

   Sikong Changfeng closed his eyes.

   If you die, you will die, and the people of Sikong's family will never beg for mercy.

  Suddenly, Sikong Changfeng's palm sank, and he felt that there was something in his hand. By the time he opened his eyes, Yan Jiuchao had already left with his sleeves and disappeared into the boundless night.

   And when he looked at the extra thing in his hand, he was instantly dumbfounded.

   What, what?

   After wasting so much effort, he sneaked into Sikong's house again, and attacked him again, and as a result... just to give him two red eggs? ! !

   After delivering the red eggs, Yan Jiuchao was in a good mood and flew around on the roof embedded in the night.

   The red eggs were delivered, and the next step was to go to the Lan family to settle accounts.

   Of course, he didn't go to save the little bug that depended on his woman, but to find a place for his own woman.

but--

Where did   Lan's family come from?

  Yan Jiuchao stared blankly at the sky.

  A certain young master possessed by the ghost king beautifully forgot the way...

  In the house in the east of the city, a group of people were discussing strategies to deal with the Lan family. Suddenly Qingyan turned around and found that Yan Jiuchao was gone!

  Yan Jiuchao has the power of the Ghost King since he fought, so he can come and go freely, and his breath will no longer be easily traced by others.

   Qingyan called, and the noisy room instantly fell silent.

  Yu Wan looked around, pointed to the chair beside him strangely and said, "Didn't you all sit here just now?"

   "Yeah, I saw it too." Ying Liu scratched his head, clearly sitting in front of him, how could he not realize that the young master was gone?

   The power of the ghost king or something, it really kills people!

   They don't even know when the young master left!

   "I'm going to find the young master!" Ying Thirteen stood up abruptly!

   "I'll go too." Ying Liu stood up.

   "I'm with you." Qingyan did his part, thinking of something, and then said, "Yuegou, go and call Awei, Awan, you and Grandma Lan will rest first, and the Shanglan family will be discussed later."

   "I'll go find him too." Yu Wan held Lan's hand, "I'll trouble grandma to take care of a few children."

  Lan looked at a few people unexpectedly, uh... Isn't this reaction too exaggerated?

  Lan opened his mouth and said hesitantly, "Don't worry, Jiu Chao's martial arts are so good, he shouldn't be offended."

   Qingyan's expression was indescribable: "We are not worried about how he is treated, but what he will do to others."

  On the pitch-dark street, no one was seen, Yan Jiuchao took steps with a cold expression.

   Although he doesn't remember the way to Lan's house, he can ask.

   It was just that it was late at night, and this street was the least populated one. After walking for a long time, he finally met a young couple holding a child.

   He walked over with a mighty domineering look.

   The young couple suddenly saw a man with a fangs mask and an aggression. They felt like they had seen a ghost. They were so frightened that the children forgot and ran away with a swoosh!

   The four-year-old boy was stunned in place.

  Yan Jiuchao walked over with aura full of energy, hooked the corners of his lips at the little boy, and asked imposingly, "Boy, where is the Lan family?"

   The little boy who couldn't understand what he was saying: "..."

   Yan Jiuchao sneered and threatened: "If you don't say it, I will make you regret it."

   The little boy stared at Yan Jiuchao with wide eyes, suddenly he pursed his mouth and cried with a wow!

   threatened the failed Yan Jiuchao: "..."

Not being able to ask the whereabouts of the Lan family, Yan Jiuchao was not discouraged. He continued to move forward. He walked through an alley where he could not see his fingers, and came to another street. The first restaurant... to be exact, a brothel.

  The old man in the brothel was shocked when he saw his mask. It was obvious that he was dressed in luxurious clothes and had an extraordinary bearing.

   "This son--" The old lady pounced on Yan Jiuchao with all kinds of style.

  !

  The old lady was blown away by Yan Jiuchao's internal force.

  “…”

  “…”

  “…”

   When Yu Wan and her party heard the news, the entire brothel was almost demolished by Yan Jiuchao.

   Looking at the thugs rolling on the ground, and the brothel girls dancing wildly, they all supported their foreheads.

   In the end, it was Qingyan who dragged Ying Thirteen and sacrificed Ying Thirteen's peerless beauty to turn this farce over with a bag of gold compensation.

  The original is also a misunderstanding. The ghost king has never been to such a place. When the old lady rushed towards Yan Jiuchao, Yan Jiuchao thought she was going to assassinate herself.

   After coming out of the brothel, Yu Wan touched his arm with her elbow: "Why did you go to the brothel? You don't want to do bad things behind my back, do you?"

  Yan Jiuchao gave her a cold look: "Is this king that kind of person?"

   Yu Wan's heart is sweet.

   Yan Jiuchao said again: "Do I need to carry you behind my back when doing bad things?"

  Yu Wan: "?!"

   Yu Wan took a deep breath: "Then what are you doing here in the brothel? It's not always here to ask for directions!"

  Yan Jiu looked at the sky.

  Yu Wan gave him a deep look: "Really here to ask for directions? You...wouldn't you be lost?"

   Yan Jiuchao said fiercely: "Is this king such a stupid person? There are only a few roads, and this king can't remember it?!"

Behind   , Ying Shisan and Qingyan were inquiring about Lan's address.

   A girl from a brothel said: "Lan's house, the Lan's house is nearby, isn't there an alley across the street? Go through the alley and turn right, and you can see the Lan's house wall."

  Yu Wan looked at Yan Jiuchao in a leisurely manner, saw Yan Jiuchao passing through the alley in front, and then turned left without saying a word,,,

   Speechless Yu Wan: "..."

  …

  The original plan was that they would only go to the Lan family tomorrow and use the jade card as a bargaining chip to negotiate with Lan Jiao, but the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Since it's already here, it's better to go in and steal the little gu.

  Lan Mansion is prosperous, and the family is not divided within five generations. The area of ​​the mansion is larger than the Helian Mansion in the imperial capital.

Outside the Lan family's mansion wall, Yu Wan broke a branch and drew a route on the ground: "This is the gate of Lan Mansion, this is the east gate of Lan Mansion, our current position should be near the west gate of Lan Mansion, The third house was originally a concubine and was not favored. The yard assigned to it was on the side of Houhu. However, Lan Jiao became the head of the house, and this house should have moved into the main courtyard... These courtyards are all in the middle of Lan Mansion. On the axis, I don’t know which courtyard Lan Jiao lives in. There is a powerful Shura king beside her. You must be careful not to be discovered by him. Otherwise, with our current strength, it is not enough for him to squeeze a finger of……"

   Yu Wan was planning a route to rescue the little Gu Gu when she heard a loud bang, and the entire wall behind her collapsed.

   Yan Jiuchao raised his hand, and the turrets vanished into ashes.

   Yu Wan was shocked.

   What sentence did I say that irritated you?

  No no no...don't bring such fun...

   They have King Shura, King Shura!

  Yan Jiuchao faced the wind, stepped across the ruins with a light expression, dressed in black clothes and hunted, like a Hades coming from purgatory.

   "Who dares to make trouble in Lan Mansion?"

   Accompanied by a thunderous shout, a breath that was ten times and a hundred times more terrifying than Shura pressed down on them layer by layer, as if they felt a weight like Mount Tai, pressing heavily on them.

   Yu Wan's complexion changed greatly: "King Shura...Lan Jiao's King Shura!"

  A black shadow flew into the sky, releasing a more terrifying aura.

   Several people felt a shudder almost instinctively! ! !

   With such terrifying power, he could crush a large piece of Shura with his hands! ! !

   Qingyan's calf trembled for a while, and it was over, they were dead...

  Yan Jiuchao snorted disdainfully, stomped his heels, flew up, and slammed into King Shura.

   He was extremely fast, and everyone only saw afterimages left in the air.

   After the afterimage, Yan Jiuchao stretched out his hand, grabbed King Shura by the neck, and threw him coldly to the ground!

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   (end of this chapter)