A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

"Senior brother, can this be cured without taking medicine?"

Mo Yan's face was calm and not panicked at all, as if the Falling Spring Sword was not pointing at him.

"Or..." There was a hint of laughter in the little wolf's voice, and there was a cruel smile between his eyebrows. He said like a provocation: "Do you still want to see people die in front of you?"

The amount of information contained in this sentence is a bit large, and Mo Yan is referring to something else.

Others didn't know, but he knew to a certain extent that Yan Ci's sister was only as big as this little guy back then, and when she died, she died in Yan Ci's arms.

Bei Wan looked past Mo Yan and landed on Yan Ci, calling him softly like a little kitten: "Yan Ci..."

The child's clear eyes seemed to be looking at her only hope.

This wasn't the first time Bei Wan called him, but it made Yan Ci feel particularly uncomfortable.

Under Bei Wan's gaze, Yan Ci slowly dropped the Falling Spring Sword in his hand. He knew that what Mo Yan said made sense. He had been coaxing Bei Wan for a long time, but the little guy just wouldn't take the medicine.

But if he doesn't take the medicine, he will die. If he can't do it, let Mo Yan do it.

"Bei Wan, be obedient and drink the medicine."

After Yan Ci said this, he turned his head and looked aside, unable to bear to look at Bei Wan.

Bei Wan's eyes dimmed instantly.

Sure enough, no one would help her.

She still wanted to struggle, but no matter what, she couldn't break free from Mo Yan's restraints.

The pitch-black medicinal soup, which was so bitter that it would make an adult cry, was poured directly into Bei Wan's mouth.

The extremely bitter concoction was poured into his mouth, and the suffocating feeling in his heart came over again.

For a moment, Bei Wan couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or in the Cang Yan Sect.

It seemed like she had returned to the days when she was fed drugs by evil doctors. The feeling of powerlessness and despair was like an invisible net, dragging her into the abyss.

Those childish eyes seemed to have lost their luster in an instant.

There was no emotion in it, it was like a soulless body.

The child stopped struggling and drank the medicinal soup obediently. He seemed very well-behaved.

But Mo Yan noticed something was wrong immediately.

Not right.

He was prepared for the child to cry.

Now this little thing doesn't cry or fuss, it just looks lifeless, which is really a bit weird and scary.

He let go of his hand and was just about to take away the remaining medicinal soup bowl, when he saw Little Nipples, who had been extremely disgusted with the medicinal soup just now, taking the medicine bowl and drinking it as if possessed.

She looked anxious and scared, as if she would be beaten if she didn't drink.

"Fuck!"

Mo Yan subconsciously took the bowl back, but was frightened by the little guy's reaction.

Bei Wan held the medicine bowl tightly, looking at him with a pair of beautiful and clear eyes with empty fear, her body was shaking uncontrollably, and she murmured in a trembling and hoarse voice.

"Wrong, I was wrong..."

"Drink every night, drink..."

"Be obedient, be obedient Wanwan, drink medicine..."

She was wrong, she drank the medicine obediently.

If you drink the medicine obediently, you won't have to be beaten or starved.

By the way, you can't cry or make a sound. The evil doctor thinks the child is noisy and can't make a sound.

As long as she behaves, she won't be tortured and won't be in so much pain.

The little guy exuded fear from the inside out, like a tamed monster cub, and every move he made was whipped out.

Yan Ci reacted immediately, ducked to Xiao Beiwan's side, snatched the bowl from her hand, and put the sweet-scented osmanthus candy she had prepared in her mouth.

He didn't mind that the little guy still had some medicinal soup spilled on his body, so he held her in his arms.

He put his cool fingers on her forehead, trying to control his spiritual power and make her wake up a little.

“北晚，晚晚、晚晚……”

Yan Ci whispered her name.

But the little one in his arms was still in a state of panic, biting her own wrist.

He would rather treat himself like a self-inflicted abuse than cry out.

Mo Yan stood aside. The always dashing and unruly young man looked down at his hands, his eyes a little dazed for the first time.

His eyes fell on the little breasted dumpling who had bitten his wrist and refused to cry out.

Mo Yan didn't know why this little thing had such a big reaction.

He... doesn't know...

He just thought that children are afraid of taking medicine, so just force it down and it will be fine, just like when he was a child.

Between drinking medicine and living, it was natural to choose living. He just didn't want her to die.

……

Bei Wan now felt that his mind was in chaos. No one knew what it was like for a four-year-old child to survive in the hands of an evil doctor for half a year.

That place could not be called a purgatory on earth.

No one could survive a month in the hands of evil doctors, except Bei Wan, a child who was only four years old.

Bei Wan was subjected to almost all kinds of torture. The medicine was so painful that others could not even drink it after smelling it. Bei Wan drank more than ten bowls a day. It was not only painful, but the most unbearable thing was the pain of various poisons in the body colliding with each other.

She couldn't drink it either. If she couldn't drink it, she was force-fed. After the force-fed, she felt endless pain.

Because she did not die like an ordinary person, her body had been studied by evil doctors. If Yan Ci and Mo Yan opened her clothes.

You will find that the child's skin, which should have been as smooth as egg white, is instead covered with hideous scars, as if someone has been cutting open it with a knife and digging out pieces of flesh.

Bei Wan saw with his own eyes that the people around him changed one after another, and all kinds of people died from different poisons.

Some people's whole body is festered, some people's bones rot first and then turn into a puddle of mud, some people...

Not only the physical torture, but also the psychological torture, adults can't bear it, let alone Bei Wan.

The child has tried her best to forget what happened before, and she subconsciously sealed away the most terrifying memories.

But Mo Yan's unknowing act of drugging aroused the instinctive fear in his body.

Yan Ci did not dare to inject a large amount of his spiritual power into Bei Wan's body, so he could only make a prompt decision and knock the child unconscious.

"Yan, Yanci, I..."

When Mo Yan saw the little guy fainted, he dared to step forward and speak.

"It's not your fault, it's also my responsibility. The top priority is to first figure out why this situation happened in Beiwan."

"I want to take Bei Wan to find Song Anmu again."

The little guy's reaction is quite big. He probably won't be able to drink the medicine in the future.

However, she was too weak, her meridians were severed, and the elixir could not be taken for a long time. She still needed to find Song Anmu to change the prescription to see how the child could survive.

Yan Ci sighed, looked at the junior brother who lowered his head to speak for the first time, and patted his shoulder: "I'll leave it to you to check, can you?"

"Well, yes."

After watching Yan Ci and Bei Wan leave, Mo Yan looked back.

The young man's right hand unconsciously touched the flame-cutting whip on his waist. The guilty and uneasy expression just now disappeared and was replaced by endless coldness and sharpness.

He wanted to see who had bullied that little guy before.

It almost scared him to death.

In a few breaths, the young man's figure also disappeared into Cangyan Sect, and silence returned to the sect again.

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Some people think it is a sadistic article, but what I want to write about is not a canary that is only held in the hands of my senior brothers. Wan Zai is the kind of upright, cute, but also very powerful guy. She is a young heroine who cultivates immortality. Although there will be opportunities along the way, she will not grow up without drinking water or losing any blood.

She has talents that are different from ordinary people, but she takes every step by herself. She will definitely be injured by me. She is like a grass that cannot be burned, growing in adversity and becoming strong.