The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Little Lord!

Ying Shisan noticed that Yan Jiuchao's face suddenly turned pale, and he strode over, How are you, young master?

Yan Jiuchao said: I'm fine.

But the fact was far from that, not only his face was pale, but even his breathing became disordered.

How could this be? Ying Thirteen was puzzled, just now the young master went to attack the holy king, although the witch king stopped him, but the witch king did not resist, and the holy king hadn't had time to fight the young master, the young master's injuries never stopped. Where did it come from?

Yan Jiuchao covered his aching heart: I was interrupted to protect the Witch King, and I suffered a bit of backlash.

Ying Thirteen understood that the young master used his skills to protect the witch king. If everything goes well, he can take it back step by step. Wang, that is a slap that only allows success but not failure, but the Witch King messed up...

Witch King...Witch King...Witch King! Ying Liu pinched his wrist and said solemnly, His pulse is very weak!

not good!

If the Witch King is dead, Zhou Jin will die too!

Ying Shisan hurriedly took out a bottle of life-extending pill brought from Sikong's house in the Underworld, and threw it to Ying Liu, saying: Give it to him!

How many pills? Ying Liu caught the medicine bottle.

It stands to reason that one would be enough, but... Ying Shisan said: Let him swallow them all!

Oh. Ying Liu uncorked the bottle, carried the Witch King halfway up, and poured all the pills into his mouth.

The pill melted in his mouth and soon flowed into his stomach.

It is true that this is a life-sustaining medicine, but it is not effective for everyone, and it will depend on his fate.

The Holy King enjoyed the feeling of being free from restraint. She stood on a branch, closed her eyes and took a breath of free air. For the sake of the law, I won’t kill you for now, and I’ll take your life after I’ve packed up those two little things!”

After saying that, she waved her sleeves, leaving behind a long string of crazy laughter, which disappeared into the boundless night.

You don't need to guess who the two little things in her mouth are. Zhou Jin is a descendant of her enemy, and she will kill him no matter what. As for the little holy king, it is a great tonic. She has just recovered from a serious injury , what could nourish her vitality better than devouring a little holy king?

Take care of the Witch King! Yan Jiuchao left behind these words, and chased after him with lightness kung fu.

Young master! Young master! Ying Shisan yelled twice but didn't stop, looked back at the unconscious Witch King, walked over coldly, and hugged the Witch King.

Where are you taking him? Ying Liu asked.

Ying Shisan said: Go back to the courtyard of Divine Chef Bao. If the Holy King wants to kill the little Holy King and Zhou Jin, he will definitely go there. The young master has only recovered seven successes, but was backlashed, losing at least two successes. force……

But... we can't catch up. Ying Liu understands Ying Thirteen's desire to help the young master. In fact, he also wants to do the same, even if their skill is not deep enough, but at the critical moment of life and death, he would exchange his life for the young master. Yes, they can still go all out.

Ying Shisan's eyes fell on the tall horse gnawing on the grass not far away: Isn't there still the Witch King's mount?

...

late at night.

Chef Bao's yard was quiet, and everyone fell asleep, unaware that danger was approaching them step by step.

Suddenly, Zhou Jin opened her eyes and sat up!

He threw off the quilt and walked down to the floor, stepped forward and opened the door, a powerful breath of soul rakshasa rushed towards his face, making him almost unable to breathe. He looked at the direction of the night sky vigilantly, and his little hand couldn't help but pull into it. fist.

The second person who felt the soul Rakshasa was Dawa.

For the past few days, Dawa has been guarding the second lady's room every step of the way, and he was not allowed to participate in protecting the Dharma for the Holy King, but just now, he instinctively sensed a danger.

When he left the room, he saw Zhou Jin standing in the yard wearing thin pajamas.

He frowned: Zhou Jin, why did you come out?

Come in. Zhou Jin turned around and said to him.

But you... Before Dawa could finish his sentence, Zhou Jin's eyes froze, and a powerful witch power struck, knocking Dawa back to the second lady's room.

Zhou Jin looked from room to room and sealed all the rooms with witch power.

Hehehe...

A silver bell-like laughter came from the distant sky, which sounded creepy in the silent night.

Good Jin'er, mother's dear Jin'er...

The bewitching voice slowly sounded in Zhou Jin's ears. Zhou Jin clenched her fists and raised her head calmly.

The holy king dressed in purple slowly descended from the sky, as beautiful as a fairy in the nine palaces, and as demon as a demon in the mountains. She touched her toes and landed on the eaves opposite Zhou Jin. Holding his forehead, he looked at Zhou Jin lazily and gracefully.

Oh, you are indeed a descendant of the Witch King and the Holy King. You have such powerful witch power at a young age. Should I kill you or keep you? With your aptitude, it will take less than two years to be able to Now that I have become a new generation of Witch King, wouldn't it be more cost-effective for me to keep your witch power for myself?

However, you little bastard has a lot of ideas, and if I keep you, I'm afraid I'll be a tiger, so I'd better kill it as soon as possible, anyway, the little holy king inside is enough for me to replenish my vitality.

Today is not its death day! Zhou Jin said, looking at her steadily.

Really? The Holy King picked up a leaf on the eaves, played with it lightly, and then shot it out with a whoosh!

The originally soft leaf suddenly became like a blade, shooting at Zhou Jin irresistibly, piercing through Zhou Jin's clothes, and nailing Zhou Jin to the crabapple tree behind him.

The Holy King curled his lips into a smile: Then open your eyes and see clearly how I killed it bit by bit in front of you!

Zhou Jin also set up a restriction on this courtyard just now, but this restriction is almost nothing to the Holy King. With a single fingertip, the Holy King easily broke through Zhou Jin's witch power.

Afterwards, the Holy King slapped Yu Wan in the room with his palm.

However, just when this palm wind was about to hit Yu Wan, a wave of witch power struck and blocked the palm wind of the Holy King.

The holy king raised his eyebrows, and looked at the pale Zhou Jin: Boy, I underestimated you, you can actually block my slap, you really have some skills, but that's all you can do, next , how can you stop me?

After all, she sacrificed a white silk and shot it at Yu Wan who was sleeping soundly in the room. Zhou Jin didn't know where the strength came from, she forcibly tore off her clothes, fell to the ground, and knocked the white silk away with her body.

Zhou Jin spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Holy King sat up in shock. She never expected that a nine-year-old child would be spared such a life. Wouldn't it hurt him? Isn't he afraid?

This point is exactly the same as the Witch King, no wonder they are father and son, they are so stupid!

Zhou Jin wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, stood up little by little, and looked at her with eyes like torches: I said, today...is not its death day!

Heh, you're like a bodhisattva crossing the river yourself, and you're in danger. How can I kill it or not? The holy king sneered and slapped the house again.

Not surprisingly, Zhou Jin blocked it again.

Zhou Jin's ribs were all broken, and blood was gushing out. He lay on the ground, supported the blood-stained ground with his hands, and stood up tremblingly.

Today is not its death day.

Zhou Jin said stubbornly.

The Holy King narrowed his eyes.

Even though the other party was only a child, for a moment, she felt a will as vast as the sky in him.

A voice flashed in my mind: kill him! Before he is completely strong!

Boy, I won't be soft-hearted anymore. Intuition told Hun Luosha that this little scourge should not be allowed to grow up, otherwise, her situation would be dire.

The palm of the Holy King was aimed at Zhou Jin.

Zhou Jin didn't dodge.

Of course he couldn't dodge either, the coercion of the Holy King was too strong, he couldn't even move his fingers.

Zhou Jin took one last look in the direction of the house.

Said to protect it, let it come to the world safely.

he can't die...

cannot……

cannot!

However, the palm still fell.

However, the imagined tragedy did not happen.

Huh? The Holy King blinked strangely, and saw that the palm wind that had fallen on Zhou Jin barely stopped half an inch away from Zhou Jin, as if...as if being struck by an invisible force. blocked the general.

How could this be?

Before the Holy King could figure out why, Zhou Jin's breath suddenly rose, and the palm of the Holy King exploded with a bang!

What happened? Yu Wan woke up with a start. She got out of bed, opened the door and walked out, but was shocked by a burst of terrifying witch power that shook her heart.

This is impossible! The Holy King suddenly changed color!

I saw that Zhou Jin, who was lying in a pool of blood, slowly stood up, and a dazzling golden light appeared in her eyes.

He... broke through!

He has become the new Witch King! ! !