The beloved little princess arrives, and the evil ghost howls for mercy!

Haitang courtyard.

Ji Wuchen brought Yanbao back and examined her carefully.

It was found that the trauma on Yan Bao's body had healed.

If he hadn't seen the injuries on Yan Bao's arms and calves with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that Yan Bao had suffered any trauma.

Because the little guy's skin is white and tender, and the severely injured and everted skin is as moist and delicate as a newborn baby.

Exactly the same as the surrounding skin.

"Yan Bao?"

"Yan Bao? Can you hear daddy?"

Yan Bao, who was mentally exhausted, did not respond.

The little guy was lying on the big bed in a white and tender ball. If his belly wasn't still rising and falling with his breathing, he would almost look like a jade sculpture.

"Yan Bao?"

Breathing is normal.

The heartbeat is very slow.

The pulse was also very weak.

But the wounds all over his body were healed.

Ji Wuchen's eyes changed, thinking that after he used the invisibility talisman, the blood that Yan Bao spurted suddenly began to flow back, and even half of the dust was absorbed by her wound.

Picture of rapid healing again.

Is this really his and Awan's child?

Why...so different?

But if it weren't for their children...

Ji Wuchen suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself.

He could doubt everything, but he could never doubt that Yan Bao was not his and A-wan's child.

This is a knife piercing Yanbao's heart, and it is even more distrustful of Awan.

There must be something wrong with his body, which is why their daughter Yanbao's body has changed and she looks so different.

Ji Wuchen stayed by the bed and wiped some dust on Yan Bao's cheeks with a handkerchief.

"Yanbao, have a good rest."

"After you get some rest, be sure to see Daddy. Daddy is always here, and Daddy will always be waiting for you."

"Daddy still wants to avenge Ni Aniang."

"Let's... look for your mother-in-law again, okay?"

Even if the ever-light lamp goes out and no breath of A-wan can be detected, he still believes that A-wan is still there.

I just don’t know where it went.

"Yan Bao, you must wake up after you have rested, and go to find your mother-in-law with your father."

"Definitely, you know?"

After talking about it, Ji Wuchen's voice lowered, and there was deep uneasiness in his eyebrows.

He could feel the loss of the witch power within Yan Bao's body.

Moreover, there are still many empty places in Yan Bao's body.

There should have been another force in those empty places.

Now those powers are gone, leaving those holes.

This was the reason why Yan Bao fell into a deep sleep.

But he didn't know what it was.

He gave Yun Gong to Yan Bao over and over again, but to no avail.

Ji Wuchen closed his eyes and kissed Yan Bao's forehead.

He gently held her chubby little hand and sat quietly by the bed, waiting.

He can definitely wait until Yan Bao wakes up.

After an unknown amount of time, the six Feng Mian brothers arrived.

Ji Wuchen only glanced at them and then looked away.

Feng Xiaowu was anxious.

"Uncle Ji, why hasn't Yan Bao woke up yet?"

Chang Huaiyuan was also worried.

"Uncle Ji, the last time Yan Bao was unconscious was three days. This time..."

Feng Siling's voice was not loud, but it made people breathe hard.

"It's been seven days this time."

Feng Sanlie was furious.

"It's all the fault of that bastard Ji Yunqing. When father catches her, even if she dies, I will cut her into pieces!"

Feng Erli's face was gloomy.

"It's too cheap for her to break her body into pieces."

Feng Mian is the biggest, seems to be the calmest, and speaks the harshest words.

"She deserves to be beaten to ashes!"

Feng Xiaowu started to curse.

While scolding Ji Yunqing, she burst into tears.

"Yanbao, would you like to wake up and play with Wu Guo Guo?"

"Wuguoguo bought a lot of your favorite cakes, they are very beautiful...wuwuwu..."

"If you don't wake up, those beautiful and delicious cakes will be spoiled... ow ow ow..."

……

Yan Bao, who was in a coma, had severe head pain.

It was as if the entire head had been split and divided into countless pieces.

The little guy was in severe pain, but there was nothing he could do.

She seemed to hear her father calling her and talking to her.

But she couldn't respond.

Her soul fainted in the severe pain, and her soul woke up in the severe pain.

Repeatedly, I don’t know how many times.

When he regained consciousness, Yan Bao once again saw the huge painting in the sky.

She once again saw the zombie world that neither her father nor her father knew about.

Everyone is talking about the end of the world.

The little guy couldn't understand and could only look back slowly as the huge painting unfolded.

Finally, we saw the zombie elders mentioning the zombie emperor.

"The emperor is gone."

"Where did you go?"

"Can't find it! There is no emperor's aura in this world!"

"how is this possible?"

"Look again!"

……

Yan Bao looked at Nai Hu and shouted.

"Here here!"

"Yanbao is here!"

But no matter how hard she shouted, the zombie elders on the huge painting couldn't hear her at all.

But the little guy was very anxious.

"Here, here! Yan Bao is here!"

"Elders, look down!"

"Don't look at the sky! Yan Bao can't go to the sky!"

"Here, here, Yan Bao is here!"

……

Yan Bao shouted until his mouth went dry and his brain almost lacked oxygen, but he still failed to attract the zombie elders who were looking for her everywhere.

The little guy stamped his feet so anxiously that he almost spun around.

Why can she see the zombie elders and they see her?

Is it because they are not as powerful as her?

Yan Bao fell into a dream, thinking about how to let the zombie elders discover her, and then tell her what the threads were, and why her father and mother were both human beings, but she was a zombie.

Wait and wait!

Wait and wait!

The little guy had no idea that he was still in a coma.

Ji Wuchen almost turned into a stone sculpture. Feng Qingli arranged for people to conduct a comprehensive search for Ji Yunqing, but still no trace was found.

Fortunately, because Master Qingyun and the Taoist priests from Baiyun Temple came down to Beijing, the people in Beijing were at peace.

The Flower Festival, which only happens once every five years, also passed by with people's anxiety.

More and more people are coming in and out of Haitang Courtyard, and the six Feng Mian brothers almost live in the courtyard.

When Feng Qingli led Master Qingyun into the Haitang courtyard for the seventh time, Ji Wuchen was so haggard and thin that he almost lost his body.

Master Qingyun looked shocked.

"Master Ji."

Ji Wuchen looked sideways at him.

There were more ripples in Gujing Wubo's eyes.

"Master is here, but you know why Yan Bao hasn't woken up yet?"

Master Qingyun shook his head, and he staggered aside to let a man in his fifties, wearing a black robe and an aristocratic face, step forward.

Ji Wuchen, who was sitting by the bed guarding Yan Bao, saw the man's eyes instantly filled with murderous intent, and the talisman in his hand flew through the air, directly towards the man's face.

Master Qingyun was shocked.

"Master Ji, no!"

Ji Wuchen didn't listen at all.

Even if he was worried that Yan Bao would be like a bone, it would be a killer move against this man in his fifties.

Feng Qingli stood beside Master Qingyun and spoke expressionlessly.

"Master Qingyun, shouldn't he have figured this out a long time ago?"

Although Master Qingyun knew this would be the case, there was nothing he could do about it.

He explained with worried eyes.

"Your Majesty, the little princess is like this now, and we are really helpless. Mr. Ji really feels sorry for the passing of the high priest, but Mrs. Ji is ill, so we can only let Ji, who is related by blood to the little princess and can speak in the Tianji Palace, I’m going to make this trip to see if I can bring the Tianshu life chart with me and use it to wake up the little princess.”

After Master Qingyun finished speaking, Master Ji was struck out by Ji Wuchen's palm, and his body hit the trunk of the crabapple tree, spurting out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Ji Wuchen appeared like a ghost in front of Mr. Ji who had just gotten up from the ground, and grabbed his throat with his big hands.

Mr. Ji roared angrily.

"Ji Wuchen, if you kill me today, it will be equivalent to killing Ji Yanbao!"