The system takes the poor cub to find his father

When the little cub's heart blood was being drawn, a shadow that looked like a tightly wrapped kitten appeared again in the air in the yard, and it let out a shrill howl from its mouth.

Before struggling, it raised its head with all its might, revealing its face. If anyone saw this scene, they would be surprised to find that there was only one eye on the face of that strange creature.

The originally round and lovely eyes were now filled with a thick black aura, covered with gloomy and resentful emotions.

It struggled desperately, but the black chains bound it tightly, and finally, it was pulled down mercilessly.

At this moment in the room, after the little cub's heart blood was taken, his face became paler and paler, almost transparent, like a delicate but extremely fragile porcelain doll, as if it would turn into powder with the slightest touch.

Jiang Mingxin stared at the little cub, and a trace of pity involuntarily welled up in his heart.

He carefully put away the porcelain bottle filled with golden blood. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a pill from his arms and gently put it into the cub's mouth.

Seeing this, Jiang Mingli, who was standing next to him, sneered sarcastically and muttered in a low voice: "Fake benevolence and false righteousness."

Why didn't you hesitate at all when I took the blood from someone's heart? Why are you pretending to be a good person now?

Jiang Mingxin ignored his sarcasm and just tried to help the little cub tidy up the messed up red line on its body.

But before his hand touched the red line, a strong light suddenly burst out from the little cub, and Jiang Mingxin was hit hard and flew out. Jiang Mingli behind him also failed to escape this powerful force and was affected as well.

Jiang Mingxin reacted quickly and hurriedly used his internal energy to try to steady his body, but he was shocked to find that the internal energy in his body seemed to solidify in an instant and he could not use it at all.

His body, like a rag sack, hit the screen opposite him heavily.

The originally priceless screen was shattered in an instant.

Jiang Mingxin felt a sweet and fishy smell rising from his throat, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Before he could recover from this sudden change, Jiang Mingli, who fell right behind him, hit him hard again, causing him secondary injuries.

Fortunately, Jiang Mingxin acted as a cushion, so Jiang Mingli did not suffer serious internal injuries, but his arm was broken. He got up from the ground, glared at Jiang Mingxin fiercely, and roared:

"Hiss! It hurts so much, it's all your fault, you have such bad intentions."

Jiang Mingli's gaze once again turned to the little cub who was still sleeping peacefully on the bed. His expression was complicated. He felt a little depressed, but he did not dare to move at all because he saw the red line emitting a strange red light on the little cub's body.

In terms of blood relationship, the little cub on the bed is his biological brother from the same mother.

Because of the blessing of their ancestors, the Jiang family has a child who inherits divine blood born in every generation.

This child is not named Jiang and is not included in the family tree.

The name Ming Jiang means the person who brings light and hope to the Jiang family.

When every little cub with divine blood is born, three flame-like marks will appear on its forehead. After that, it will be sent to this villa and raised carefully by the head of the Jiang family.

This was the first time Jiang Mingli saw his biological brother since the child was born.

According to the ancestral precepts of the Jiang family, Ming Jiang, as the patron saint of the Jiang family, cannot be treated with worldly titles.

Every member of the Jiang family who comes to see him must be polite and courteous, and must not show any neglect.

Even if they were his brother's biological parents, they had to perform the ritual of kneeling three times and bowing nine times when meeting them.

Jiang has been praised by the Ming Dynasty for possessing supernatural powers, and his bones and blood have the ability to bring the dead back to life.

Since he was supported by the Jiang family, Ming Jiang, as the patron saint of the Jiang family, must do something for the Jiang family. His flesh and blood is the best reward.

However, due to Ming Jiang's mortal body, he could not withstand excessive divine power and had been in a dormant state since birth.

Even with the protection of the Jiang family's talisman array, the bodies of successive generations of Ming Jiang would still be unable to withstand the burden of divine power and would die before the age of 5. They would then enter the cycle of reincarnation again and be reborn a hundred years later.

Now, it is Ming Jiang’s ninth reincarnation.

Not every member of the Jiang family is qualified to enter this courtyard. On weekdays, without the permission of the head of the family, others are strictly prohibited from disturbing them.

If the situation wasn't critical, they would have to make an exception. Now it's not their turn to come to this yard.

Last night, the head of the Jiang family was found lying in a pool of blood in his room with his bones broken, and his life was in danger, with only one breath left.

If not treated in time, life will be in danger.

In desperation, the Elders' Council discussed and decided to send Jiang family's most talented disciples, Jiang Mingxin and Jiang Mingli, who were related to this generation of Ming Jiang by blood, to take Ming Jiang's heart blood in order to save the life of the head of the Jiang family.

"Hey! How are you, can you still stand up?"

Jiang Mingli withdrew his gaze from the little cub on the bed and looked at Jiang Mingxin, who was lying on the ground and unable to move. He curled his lips with disdain.

This is the most talented person in the Jiang family, an outsider! Tsk! Our Jiang family is really declining.

"Get up quickly if you can move. I don't want him to lose control again."

Although Jiang Mingli's words were harsh, they made sense. If such an attack happened again, Jiang Mingxin felt that he might die.

He looked at the messy room and felt helpless. He decided to wait until the head of the family was rescued and let him arrange to renovate this place for Lord Ming Jiang!

He tried his best to get up from the ground, and nervously glanced at the porcelain bottle he was holding in his arms. Seeing that it was intact, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He staggered forward and carefully lowered the curtain, then bowed deeply and respectfully in the direction of the little cub. Then, he and Jiang Mingli, who was hugging his arm, limped out of the yard.