The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

  Chapter 561 [V416] Ancestor Sikong, **** the little Gu Gu

  Yan Jiuchao was accompanying the three black-eyed little black eggs in the room. The little black eggs had just taken a bath, so they didn't dress properly and ran around the room with their bare bottoms.

  Yan Jiuchao carried one in each hand and carried it to the stool.

   "Sit down," he said calmly.

   After saying that, he took a few small clothes and began to put them on carefully for his son. Rao became a ghost king, and some things were also imprinted in his instinct, such as loving Yu Wan, and taking care of a few black eggs.

While Daddy Smelly dressed Dabao, Little Treasure stretched out a small foot and slowly touched the ground, he slid down the stool and glanced at Daddy Smelly, seeing that Daddy Smelly didn't pay attention to him, whoop Run to the door!

   He stepped out with one short leg, and when he was about to step out of the other, a powerful internal force sucked him back and firmly grasped it in Father Smelly's hand.

  Yan Jiuchao grabbed the clothes on Yan Xiaobao's back like he was holding a cub.

   Xiaobao sighed helplessly, lowered his head, and gave up resistance.

  Yan Jiuchao put Little Treasure on the stool and began to dress Er Bao.

  Xiaobao ran away again cheaply.

   As a result, Yan Jiuchao caught him again.

  Daddy or something, it's so uncute!

  The three little black eggs got dressed, held hands, and jumped to find their mother.

When Ying Shisan entered the room, Yan Jiuchao was flipping through a few books from the library of Sikong's house. Even though this identity seemed absurd, it actually gave him a lot of convenience. The secret of Shura that no family can find.

   Their Shura is the most talented Shura, but if there is no martial arts secret book suitable for him, he is like a piece of rough jade that cannot be carved, and it is always difficult to exert his maximum strength.

   "Young Master." Ying Shisan bowed, "What are you looking at?"

   Yan Jiuchao closed the book and handed it to him: "Give it to grandma."

   "Yes." Ying Thirteen took the secret book over.

   "Anything?" Yan Jiuchao asked when he saw that he hadn't left.

Ying Thirteen told the story of Ancestor Sikong and Saintess Lanyi: "... Concubine Yun's father may not be the Shen family, but the ancestors of the Sikong family. The subordinates are worried that the saintess also discovered this secret, I will pretend to be a young lady and enter the Ming Mountain to recognize my relatives."

   Recognizing relatives is still a trivial matter, and I'm afraid that she will use Patriarch Sikong to turn against them after she recognizes them.

   With the face she is wearing now, the possibility of passing the test is not small.

   The three little black eggs can recognize Yu Wan because Yu Wan has not changed in the slightest in terms of body shape or walking posture, even if it is just a back figure, they can still recognize her.

   Ancestor Sikong may not be gone.

   Yan Jiuchao tapped lightly on the table with his fingertips: "Prepare the car."

  The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the Mingshan is silent.

  Under the support of Huazhi, the Holy Maiden successfully entered the Sikong Mansion and came to the foot of the Mingshan Mountain through the secret road of Mingshan Mountain.

  Huazhi bowed and said nervously: "Holy maiden, the servant will send you here. You must be careful. If something is wrong, don't fight and leave as soon as possible."

  Love battle?

   Who would have the guts to fight with Patriarch Sikong?

   Even if the skills of those group of people add up to the ancestors, it is not enough to see.

   Thoughts flashed, the saint raised her hand lightly: "You step back, he doesn't like being disturbed by outsiders."

   "Yes." Huazhi withdrew wisely.

   Saintess originally had the qualification to enter the Mingshan Mountain, but it was the first time to walk in the secret passage. She looked around, found the direction of Chaoyang Hall, and walked over.

In order to play that girl better, she has gained a lot of weight and stuffed a few more clothes. She does look a little chubby. That girl did not grow up with the ancestors, and the ancestors did not care about her body and breath. I don't understand, the only proof is this face that is somewhat similar to Saintess Lanyi.

   As for the aura of a saint, the saint is not worried. Who made that girl carry a saint in her stomach? To a certain extent, the breath of the two of them is enough to be fake.

   As long as she does not reveal the martial arts of the temple, she will not let the ancestors find the flaws.

Of course, there is still the possibility of being seen through, so what awaits her will be an extremely cruel ending, but at this stage, she has no way out, not to mention that she has never been a timid person, the greater the risk , the greater the benefit, she understands the rules of the game better than anyone else.

   Saintess continued to walk towards Chaoyang Hall.

   As she walked under a banyan tree, she heard a familiar footstep.

   She hurriedly dodged behind the banyan tree, calmed herself, stuck her head out to take a look, and saw Sikong Changfeng waving a lantern, strolling in the courtyard.

   He was dressed in white, handsome and suave in the night.

The saint suddenly thought of how the two of them looked when they were young. Compared to Sikong Yun, Sikong Changfeng was much more of a gentleman. She always took care of her very much, being considerate and meticulous. Unfortunately, she was born ruthless and ambitious. Too kind and honest, not easy for people to control—

"Hey!"

   Sikong Changfeng's cry interrupted the saint's thoughts.

   The Holy Maiden looked towards Sikong Changfeng.

   At this hour, Sikong Changfeng should not have appeared in Mingshan, but who would make Xiaohua hungry again?

   Mingshan Gu Kings are all over the place, and each one is not low in rank. They are all raised by Sikong Changfeng to Ten Thousand Gu Kings. Since the little Gu Gu came, they have become the food of the little Gu Gu.

Of course, the little Gu Gu is just a young Gu, not the opponent of this group of old thousand Gu kings, but with the ten thousand Gu kings in charge, the thousand Gu kings dare not defy its coercion, and can only obediently let the fox fake tiger prestige The little Gu Gu ate his companions one by one.

   Little Gu Gu eats and drinks enough, and progress becomes very fast.

  Sikong Changfeng still remembered that when Chu entered Ming Mountain, Xiaohua couldn't even beat one of the Gu Kings here, but now he can beat several by himself.

   Every time it kills one, it will show it off in front of the Ten Thousand Gu King, and the old monk of the Ten Thousand Gu King is in meditation and doesn't even bother to look at it.

   The little Gu Gu sucked the Thousand Gu King away in front of the Ten Thousand Gu King!

   Sikong Changfeng said: "Okay Xiaohua, I will eat here today and come back tomorrow."

   After eating several, Sikong Changfeng was worried that the supplement would be too much.

   The little Gu Gu smacked his mouth with a sigh of relief and jumped onto the body of the King of Ten Thousand Gu, the little claws were paralyzed, and he was lying on his stomach and couldn't move.

   Sikong Changfeng put the two Gu Kings into the jade bottle, turned and went back to the secret passage of Sikong Mansion, but suddenly, his eyes narrowed: "Who?!"

   Holy Maiden's eyebrows jumped!

   "Eldest son, it's me. You have something left in Chaoyang Hall during the day, and I'm about to send it to you." A young disciple from Chaoyang Hall came over with a jade fractured fan.

   Sikong Changfeng dissipated his vigilance and said gently, "Thank you."

   The younger disciple cupped his hands and said, "You're welcome, it's getting late, I'll go back to serve the ancestors, eldest son, farewell."

   "Farewell." Sikong Changfeng took the jade bottle and the folding fan and walked over to the other side of the banyan tree.

   Until he completely disappeared into the night, the Saintess breathed a sigh of relief.

   However, the sigh of relief was not over, and the Holy Maiden suddenly felt a suffocating coercion, as if a heavy mountain was pressing down! The clouds on the horizon rolled over, obscuring the stars and the moon, the surroundings became bleak, the leaves were rustling, the birds fluttered, and the worms shrank!

  The Holy Maiden didn't even have time to react, so she felt a pain in her chest, her muscles and veins reversed, and crimson blood flowed from her seven orifices.

   In order not to expose her power, the saint took short-acting Hua Gong San before she came, and now she has no power, so she can't bear this destructive aura.

   Her knees bent and she fell to the ground with a plop. She covered her chest that was about to burst with one hand, and firmly supported the ground with the other.

  Click!

   Her ribs were broken.

   I expected the ancestor to be strong, but I didn't expect it to be so terrible.

   She felt that she was going to live and die under this pressure in the next second, she tried her best to lift it up, and tremblingly touched the portrait in her arms.

   With just such a simple action, her hand bones were broken.

   She was in a cold sweat from the pain, and squeezed out a few words from between her teeth: "...Old...Old Ancestor...I am...Lanyi's..."

   Before she finished speaking, she couldn't hold it any longer, her eyes darkened and she fainted!

   A strong **** smell permeated under the banyan tree, and the surroundings fell into a death-like silence.

   A tall shadow came over, his sharp eyes moved, and the portrait flew up and slowly spread out in the air.

  The tall shadow stared blankly at the portrait in the air, and after a while, he made a voice as old as Hong Zhong: "Lanyi..."

   (end of this chapter)