The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The Holy King was miserable and unconscious, Ying Liu and Ying Thirteen took her back to the courtyard.

The three little eggs took off the small pots on top of their heads, put down the small sticks in their hands, lined up in a long row, and followed the smelly father back to the house with their little heads drooping.

Yu Wan pushed the door open and entered, seeing the three of them, she glared and said, Huh? You are here! Where did you go just now? Mother went to look for you, but you are not here!

The three of them did not speak.

Yan Jiuchao snorted coldly and said, I'm getting more and more courageous, I dare to do anything, and I learned how to dance like others.

It's been said to exorcise evil spirits! Xiaobao said resentfully.

Dabao and Erbao nodded!

They are good babies who keep pace with the times and do as the Romans do. In Nanzhao and the ghost clan, they are little Gu masters. When they come to the witch clan, they are naturally little wizards!

Of course, Yu Wan couldn't guess that the little guys were going to harm the Holy King, and she thought they had slipped out of the yard as usual. Chaoyang Palace, Nanzhao General's Mansion, a few little guys also slipped away as soon as they said they would.

The bigger and bolder they are, the fatter they are, Yu Wan felt that it was necessary for her to deal with them.

I don't know if they sensed the huge murderous intent of the mother, the three little black eggs retreated together.

Yu Wan rolled up her sleeves and said fiercely: I see where you are hiding today?

The three looked at Yan Jiuchao for help.

Don't look at me. Yan Jiuchao said.

The three looked at Yu Wan pitifully.

I won't soften my heart. Yu Wan said fiercely.

Coincidentally, at this time, Divine Chef Bao came out of the wine cellar, and the three little guys ran towards him as if they saw the straw for life-saving!

Grandpa!

Grandpa!

Grandpa!

The three little eggs all threw themselves into Chef Bao's arms, and looked back at Yu Wan with aggrieved and frightened eyes.

God Chef Bao understands now, these little guys did something, they are about to be beaten up by Wan girl, but such a cute little guy, how could he be willing to stand by and watch?

Ah, are you hungry? Grandpa Bao is going to eat just now, how about helping Grandpa Bao peel the beans?

Yeah! The three of them nodded like pounding garlic, very attentive, very wronged!

Chef Bao took the little guy to the kitchen.

Yu Wan clenched her fist, her skin became itchy, and she learned how to find a backer! ! !

It's your own, it's your own, it's your own...

Yu Wan silently recited it a hundred times, barely suppressing the urge to beat them up.

Yan Jiuchao said to her: You go back to the house first, I have some things to deal with, I will talk to you in detail later.

Well, good. Yu Wan returned to the wing.

Xiaobao has put the cup back, but he forgot to wash it.

Yu Wan was thirsty, picked up the cup at hand and poured some hot tea, just took a sip before she swallowed it, she sensed something was wrong, she sniffed the cup, spit it out with a puff, the Hedong Lion roared : Yan Xiaobao!!!

...

The holy king was locked in a separate wing and locked to a chair with black iron chains.

Ying Shisan guarded her.

When Yan Jiuchao came over, it happened that Ying Liu was also there.

Ying Liu just sent Zhou Yuyan, Grandma and Old Cuitou back to their room.

Young master. He greeted.

How's the situation? Yan Jiuchao asked.

Ying Liu replied: I can't wake them up no matter what, I think they should be insane.

In the light of Soul Raksha's soul-hunting technique, the mild ones lose their skills and memory, and the severe ones remain unconscious for life and become the living dead.

Thinking of something, Ying Liu continued: Also, a shopkeeper came to pick up the goods just now. He said that a similar situation also occurred in the market. A three-year-old child and several drunks in their twenties , all fell unconscious at once.

Ying Shisan frowned and said: It seems that it is all written by Hun Luocha.

Ying Liu looked at Yan Jiuchao and said, Young Master, how can Grandma and the others wake up?

Yan Jiuchao said: It's useless to kill them, only Soul Raksha can wake them up.

Ying Shisan paused, looked at the unconscious Holy King and said, But... what happened to Soul Rakshasa, why did he faint? It's because of the repelling reaction between Soul Rakshasa's skill and the body of the Holy King ?

This is the most possible and most likely explanation, but for some reason, Yan Jiuchao intuitively told him...it was not the case.

Ying Liu was puzzled: Didn't she be rescued by the Witch King? Why did she suddenly appear here alone? Where did the Witch King go? Could it be that she killed her?

Yan Jiuchao said: Zhou Jin is still alive, but the Witch King is not dead.

Zhou Jin's vitality has always been sustained by the witch king using witch power, so if something happens to the witch king, Zhou Jin's life is also in danger.

Ying Shisan murmured: Why didn't Soul Raksha kill the Witch King?

Yan Jiuchao glanced at the Holy King indifferently: There can only be one situation, that is, it can't kill the Witch King.

Shadow Six didn't quite understand: With its strength, how could it not be able to kill the Witch King?

Even the Witch King in his heyday was no match for Soul Rakshasa, let alone the Witch King had consumed too much witch power in order to keep Zhou Jin alive.

Ying Thirteen boldly speculated: Could it be... that the Holy King planted a restriction in his body, not allowing Soul Raksha to do anything to the Witch King?

Yan Jiuchao nodded: It should be like this.

Soul Rakshasa didn't devour the Holy King in a day, and the Holy King didn't die at the hands of Soul Rakshasa in an instant. Before he completely lost himself, the Holy King expected that he would be taken away one day, so he planted a seed in his body. prohibition.

So that's how it is. Restriction is a forbidden technique, and it has been lost for a long time in the Jianghu. This holy king is more powerful than imagined. Ying Liu suddenly became interested in the inheritance of the holy clan, and he didn't know about his little brother. Would the Holy King have so many powerful abilities after he was born?

Mentioning the little master, Ying Liu thought of Zhou Jin: What about Zhou Jin? Could it be that Soul Raksha can't kill him?

Yan Jiuchao's eyes fell on the face of the Holy King: If the Holy King still has the ability to plant two kinds of restrictions, he should not be so easily swallowed by the soul rakshasa.

But doesn't Zhou Jin need protection more? She should plant a restriction to prevent Soul Raksha from hurting Zhou Jin. Young master, if it's you... Ying Liu stopped talking halfway through.

Yan Jiuchao said: If it were me, I would do the same as the Holy King.

Zhou Jin's vitality was originally continued by the Witch King. If the Witch King died, Zhou Jin would die. On the contrary, as long as the Witch King was still alive, he would definitely try to save Zhou Jin from Soul Raksha.

Taking ten thousand steps back, if Zhou Jin is really unfortunate enough to die in the hands of Soul Raksha, at least the Witch King can survive.

This is the optimal strategy and the choice to minimize casualties.

Yan Jiuchao seldom admires a person, but at this time he has to admit that this is a calm and wise woman.

Every step she takes is full of the wisdom of the strong, whether it is making a deal with Soul Rakshasa to plant life for Zhou Jin, or plotting Soul Rakshasa and sealing him with the body of the holy king, even if she is finally met with the evil spirit. With the devouring and seizing of Hun Raksha, she also left a way out for her husband and son.

However, this way of retreat will be broken soon.

Soul Rakshasa has completely integrated the inner strength and skills of the Holy King, and maybe it won't be long before the restriction can be broken, and then she will be able to attack the Witch King.

And once she succeeds, they will lose the Witch King's Tears.

I really want to kill her with a sword! But I can't! If I kill her, Old Cuitou and Grandma won't be able to wake up. Ying Liu gritted his teeth angrily.

What they used on the holy king was the black iron chain looted from the Mingdu Sang family, which was specially used to suppress the Rakshasa king. If he might not be able to suppress the soul Rakshasa in the past, isn't there something wrong with her?

As long as they don't take the black iron chain away, she can't hurt them.

In the middle of the night.

Everyone fell asleep.

Zhou Jin...

Zhou Jin...

Zhou Jin...

Zhou Jin heard someone calling him in his sleep. He opened his eyes and thought it was a dream at first, but the voice became clearer and clearer.

Zhou Jin...

Zhou Jin lifted the quilt, put on her shoes and went out.

Zhou Jin...

He followed the sound to the innermost room.

Come here, I'll wait for you here.

The voice was ethereal, with a hint of maternal tenderness.

Zhou Jin hesitated for a moment, then gently opened the door.

The watery moonlight shone coolly on the ground, spreading all the way in, and fell on a chair with peeling paint.

Sitting on the chair was a woman in purple, her whole body bound with cold iron chains, her veil had been removed, revealing her soul-stirring face.

Who are you? Zhou Jin asked.

The woman smiled softly: I am your mother, be good, come to your mother.

Zhou Jin entered the room in a daze, and stopped in front of the woman.

The woman said softly: Mother is chained, mother is so cold, quickly help mother take off the chain.