The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The Witch King took the Holy King to a forest outside the city, and the general galloped quickly through the forest with the two of them on his back. It had been so many years since they had seen each other, but the tacit understanding between one man and one horse remained undiminished, and there was no need for the Witch King. After ordering something, the general took the two of them to a small hut hidden in the mountains.

If you look closely, you will find that there is also a yard of orchids blooming in the fence of this small hut, but because of neglect, the orchids here bloom a little listlessly.

The Witch King got off his horse and carefully carried the Holy King down.

The moment he walked through the small flower garden with the holy king in his arms, the wilted orchids seemed to be infused with fresh vitality, and they suddenly became energetic and bloomed in large areas.

The general snorted a few times, lowered his head and gnawed a few mouthfuls of weeds, walked slowly on his horse's hooves, crossed the small flowerbed, came to the porch, and pushed open the dusty door with his head.

Dust fell all over the Witch King, and the Witch King didn't care about himself, he just hugged the person in his arms tightly so that she wouldn't get half of the dust.

There have been no people here for a long time, and it has long been deserted. The Witch King put the Holy King back on his horse and cleaned it up. He was sweating profusely after cleaning up. Condescend to do what such a servant would do.

After all, he is a pampered king. Even though he has been imprisoned for many years and has never worked hard, after cleaning for half a day, he can barely live alone. The witch king put the holy king on the bed.

Due to the convulsions for too long, the Holy King was very weak, and his complexion was so pale that there was no blood.

The Witch King looked at her sleeping face tenderly, smiled slightly and said, Ayan, you go to sleep first, I'll go find something to eat.

The Holy King didn't respond.

The Witch King stroked her temples, stood up, and walked out the door.

As soon as he took two steps, the holy king on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The Holy King turned to look at the Witch King, a fierce light flashed in her eyes, she stretched out her claws, swept her body, and grabbed the Witch King's back fiercely.

The place she was aiming at was the heart of the Witch King, which clearly meant to take out the heart of the Witch King alive.

Feeling the sudden murderous aura, the Witch King turned around with a gleam in his eyes, and powerful witch power poured out, like an invisible shield of light, not only blocking the Holy King's sneak attack, but also mercilessly ejecting the Holy King.

The Holy King screamed and fell on the cold bed.

The witch king's aura was fully activated, and he looked at the holy king with a cold expression: Don't think that you can control Ah Yan in this way, I will erase you from Ah Yan's mind! Don't try to make trouble again!

After saying that, his eyes turned golden.

He looked into the eyes of the Holy King without blinking, and the powerful witch power forced him in. The Holy King wanted to resist, but found that his skill seemed to be locked by an invisible force.

Soul Raksha is good at mental attacks, so why not the Witch King? Let's see who is more skilled.

Only a scream was heard, and the Holy King passed out.

The Witch King heaved a sigh of relief, holding the door with one hand, his body slackened all of a sudden, almost unable to support himself and fell to the ground.

Soul Rakshasa is indeed difficult to deal with, if it hadn't been in some trouble today, it wouldn't have let him take advantage of it.

The Witch King regained his composure, walked over with his somewhat exhausted body, sat on the edge of the bed, hugged the Holy King into his arms, and used the witch power to warm and nourish the Holy King's aura.

His witch power is too depleted, and it is difficult to find out the obsession of Hun Raksha, but if Ah Yan's consciousness is strong enough, then they can deal with Hun Raksha together.

The witch king healed the holy king for a while, then rode the general to the market to buy ingredients, and returned to the small hut to cook a meal. When he finished these and went back to the house, he found that the holy king slowly opened his eyes , it was no longer the fierce and fierce light, but the ignorant and innocent eyes.

The Witch King's heart trembled: Ayan! Is that you?

It's me. The Holy King said weakly.

The Witch King's eyes lit up, he looked at her and said excitedly: I knew it was you...you're back...you're finally back...

The nurturing of the Witch King really made the Holy King feel much better. The feeling of taking the wrong medicine has gradually disappeared from his body. As long as he adjusts his internal breath a little, the convulsions should no longer appear.

The Witch King smiled and said, Do you still remember where this is? You planted the piece of holy orchid outside the yard yourself. Jin'er also lived here after he was born. However, when he was two years old, he was discovered. I had no choice but to send him somewhere else.

The holy king looked at the holy fairy orchid in the yard with deep eyes.

You watered it with blood. The Witch King explained, thinking of something, and said again, After talking for so long, you must be hungry, look at my memory, I just talk to you, and forget that the pot is still hot The food is ready, you wait for me here, I will bring the food!

The Witch-King got up to get some food.

Seeing the back of him walking out of the room, the Holy King's face suddenly darkened. She stretched out her hand, and was about to slap the Witch King, but what she didn't expect was that the lock was locked by something. The feeling came again.

The Holy King looked at his hands, then at the Witch King walking out, and snorted coldly: I have to protect that man even after he dies, what a lover!

Hun Luosha didn't expect that woman would set a restriction in his body, making it impossible for him to attack the Witch King. However, this restriction can't trap Hun Raksha for too long, and if he swallows a few more experts, the restriction will be destroyed. rushed away.

I will spare your lover's life first, and after I kill your son Zhou Jin, I will send him underground to reunite with your family!

The Witch King returned to the house with the meal: Ayan, the meal is here, huh? Where is Ayan?

When the lights came on, a graceful woman in purple was walking leisurely on the busy street.

She is wearing a translucent purple veil, with a pair of charming eyes, the veil is slightly raised by the tall nose bridge, revealing the jade face and the slightly raised corners of the lips.

Such a fairy-like beauty suddenly appeared in the bustling city, and everyone was shocked. Wherever she went, even the hustle and bustle was quiet, and the children stopped crying, and all looked at her with wide eyes.

She didn't seem to notice the astonishing eyes of the crowd, and passed through the crowd calmly, a young child stared at her blankly, she raised her hand, and gently stroked the young child.

After she walked over with a smile, the toddler's eyes froze suddenly, and he fell into his mother's arms.

The woman cried out in shock, Son—

The holy king entered a narrow alley without looking back, and was blocked by a few drunken men after a few steps.

The big man in the head looked at her drunkenly, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, rubbed his hands together, and said, Girl, it's so late, where are you going? My brothers will see you off...

The Holy King raised his hand and covered his face with a smile.

...

The Holy King came out of the alley.

The silver moonlight fell behind her and shone into the narrow alley. Those drunken men were lying on the ground in disorder, their eyes were dull, as if their souls had been drained.

The Holy King closed his eyes and carefully perceived Zhou Jin's breath.

Now that she has the body of the Holy King and the mother and child are connected, she will definitely be able to find Zhou Jin.

The Holy King looked at the alley to the east, and said with a slight smile, Ah, so I'm hiding here.

The holy king's lotus steps move lightly, and the group of trains meanders, as beautiful as the demons in the painting.

She came to the courtyard exuding a strong aroma of wine, and knocked on the door with a smile.

Old Cuitou was drying medicinal herbs in the yard, when he heard the knock on the door, he yelled, Who is it?

No one answered.

Are you here to get the wine? Really! Don't make a sound! Old Cui put down the dustpan, wiped his hands with a dry cloth on the shelf, muttered, took off the latch, and opened the courtyard door.

You are--

Old Cui Tou didn't finish his sentence, his eyes widened, and he fell down in a daze.

The holy king stepped over him and came to the corridor.

Grandma heard the movement in the yard and wanted to come out to find out, but the Holy King didn't even look at him, and Grandma also fell down.

Who?! Zhou Yuyan rushed out of the room.

The Holy King didn't even look at her, and casually curled the corners of his lips, and Zhou Yuyan fell down.

Chef Bao went to the wine cellar to make wine, the three little black eggs were sleepy in the room, Yu Wan was cooking dinner, and the crispy meat was frying in the oil pan, making a hissing sound, so that she didn't hear anyone coming.

She scooped up the fried crispy meat, put it into the pot and stewed it with sauce, pepper, sliced ​​ginger, etc. It was so fragrant that her mouth watered.

Yu Wan put the golden and crispy meat on a plate and brought it out.

The Holy King paused, raised his eyebrows, Yo, there is actually a little Holy King here.

Yan Xiaosi's newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and a holy king's coercion was sacrificed, the corner of the holy king's lips curled up, his eyes moved, and the little holy king's coercion was blocked back.

Yan Xiao was cowardly in four seconds!

Spread your limbs, close your eyes and pretend to be dead!

Hehehe...

The holy king walked towards Yu Wan, and when Yu Wan saw her, she was taken aback immediately: Who are you?

what?

The Holy King froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect that the girl didn't fall down like the previous one, she glanced at Yu Wan with great interest, and snapped her fingers.

Yu Wan was dazed, and when she looked at the Holy King again, she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes: Yan Jiuchao, you are back! Try my cooking!

Okay, let me taste your dishes first, and then your tires.

The corner of Sheng Wang's lips curled up into a meaningful smirk, and he walked towards her slowly, picked up a piece of crispy meat that was fat and thin, and ate it into his mouth.

In the next second, the Holy King's body froze!

Ma Dan!

What is it, why is it so unpalatable? !

The Holy King held onto the wall, choked desperately, stuck out his tongue, and rolled his eyes!

Ahhh!

It's too bad for me! ! !

The Holy King disappeared in a flash!

She wanted to drink water, but in a hurry, she didn't know where there was water. At this moment, a little bun was standing at the corner, with bare feet, holding a small steaming cup in his hand.

The Holy King rushed over without saying a word, snatched his cup, and gulped it down!

Xiaobao: Uh, I want to pee, but I can't wait to go to the toilet. He catches it with a cup, so it should be fine... Mother won't spank him...

But……

Eh?

Who snatched his cup?

Xiaobao raised his head and looked at the Holy King in a daze.

The Holy King had already finished drinking, she felt something was wrong!

She looked at Xiaobao: What was that just now?

Pee. Xiaobao said.

The Holy King who instantly petrified: ...!!