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

Song Anmu was about to go to bed when he noticed someone breaking in. Fortunately, it was a familiar scent, so he didn't pay attention and was about to turn over and continue sleeping.

The next second, there was a knock on the door of his room.

"An Mu, help me!"

Hearing Yan Ci's voice, Song Anmu immediately got out of bed.

When I opened the door, I saw a small breast dumpling that was shaking and sweating profusely.

He frowned. Less than two days after returning to Cangyan Sect, he had already tortured the little guy like this again.

It has been said a long time ago that Cang Yan Sect may not be suitable for raising children.

It's better to leave the child with him, and he will draw some blood, but he will ensure that the child will be fat and white.

Song Anmu was complaining in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

He could see how much Yan Ci cared about this little guy.

Song Anmu took the little breast dumpling, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, and checked the little guy's condition.

Yan Ci told Song Anmu the situation at that time in detail.

In the end, he did not forget to express his guess: "I guess I may have been scared before, so I had such a big reaction."

"When I went to the battlefield with my father when I was young, there were many veterans who would be afraid of some things on the battlefield. Some of them were like Bei Wan."

Song Anmu nodded and tsked: "It should be the situation you mentioned. This will be difficult to handle."

"You can't drink the medicine anymore. Let's make a medicinal diet! It will only take longer. I will make some more elixirs."

"Although she can't take it for a long time, she can still tolerate one pill a month. It should be supplemented by medicinal food, but..."

"Just what?"

“It’s just that it will take longer and be more time-consuming and labor-intensive.”

Yan Ci may not be able to master this medicinal diet. He also needs to specially refine the elixir based on the child's condition, which is very troublesome.

Yan Ci was silent for a moment, and suddenly said to Song Anmu with great solemnity: "Sorry to trouble you."

"It's rare to see you care so much about a child. It's okay!"

"Of course, if you can lend her to me for study..."

Before he finished speaking, a familiar fruit was stuffed into his mouth.

Song Anmu:? ? ?

He turned back to look at Xiao Beiwan who was still sleeping, took the fruit out of his mouth, and said resentfully: "She's not awake yet."

"I was afraid she could hear it."

Yan Ci, who was always cold and gentle, sighed, his brows filled with worry.

"Stop saying such things, I will help you find the ice lotus in the extremely cold place. Sorry for the trouble."

Song Anmu:......

Damn it, this is a trap.

Ice and Snow Lotus was ready to gather it for him.

But he also understood that Yan Ci was completely loving the house and the bird.

At that time, Yan Ci was just the son of a great general of a mortal country. Later, he became a member of the Xuanlang Sect and met him. Yan Ci was extremely talented and was a good candidate for sword cultivation.

He was handsome and had a good temper. He became a disciple of the elder of the Sword Sect at that time. Who knew that he would be attracted by the daughter of the elder of the Sword Sect. They looked down on Yan Ci's status as a mortal parent and felt that the sword cultivator would have to live with the mortals. Parents cut ties.

What can I say? Only a hundred years have passed in the human world. Yan Ci became an immortal cultivator. He should have given up his mortal home and devoted all his attention to his sect and cultivation. He dragged Yan Ci to prevent him from going down the mountain, and blocked Yan Ci many times. Letters from home.

As a result, things changed in the mortal world, and Yan Ci's family was falsely accused of treason. The bright and dark swords and shadows in the court were no softer than the swords in the world of immortality.

Because someone deliberately blocked it, by the time Yan Ci learned the news that his entire family had been beheaded, it was already too late.

The person who blocked him was none other than the elder's daughter who loved him, and she even helped in this matter.

Song Anmu still remembered that when he followed Yan Ci, he only found his only sister. She was protected by a family of female relatives with her life during the exile, but her sister did not survive.

The little girl at that time was also five or six years old. She was as miserable as Bei Wan. She couldn't eat well or sleep well. She was deliberately tortured to death by the harsh environment and people. The little girl's last breath was cut off by Yan Cihuai. Yes, at that moment, Yan Ci was destined not to return to Xuanlang Sect.

Later, a direct disciple who always respected his master and was given high hopes by the sect killed everyone in his sect, including the daughter of the sect elder, who was wanted and hated by all the major sects. When he was being hunted, Taken as a disciple by Yan Fengmian.

Song Anmu, who knew the whole story and had a good relationship with Yan Ci, also came out. However, he was not as high-profile as Yan Ci. By chance, he also made a name for himself as a little miracle doctor.

just now……

Song Anmu's eyes fell on Bei Wan and he sighed in his heart. In fact, Bei Wan and Yan Ci's sister who died young did have some similarities.

About the same age, about the same misfortune, and about the same good nature.

Yan Ci probably didn't want to go through the experience of watching a child die alive.

Time was tight and the task was heavy. Song Anmu didn't waste time and went straight to study how to save this little guy.

Trouble!

Rag doll, show him how to mend it.

Yan Ci was guarding Bei Wan in the room. The little one's condition was getting better, his body was no longer shaking, and he no longer talked nonsense. However, his frown and sweat on his body still said that she was scared.

He gently held the little guy's little fleshless hand, trying to give her some strength, but he was thinking in his heart.

What did the little guy go through before Mo Yan took her back to Cangyan Sect.

Why did Qingya Sect bring back a little guy with such a serious injury?

Yan Ci may not know these issues.

But Mo Yan seemed to have vaguely understood one of them.

The shrill screams came from the depths of the jungle. On the land strewn with corpses, the young man stood in the wind. The power of the demon cultivator surged around him, and his black hair was dancing wantonly.

His eyes were closed, and he held the domineering flame-cutting whip in his right hand, and a black mist in his left hand.

At this time, the screams came from the black mist.

This mass of black energy is the evil doctor, and evil poisonous people are inherently scheming and cunning.

At first, the people of Qingya Sect seemed to have killed the evil doctor, but he left three souls and two souls behind, waiting to seize his body.

After he planned to rest for a few days, he would choose the right person to seize the body, but before he could rest, he met Mo Yan, a lunatic.

After learning that Bei Wan was rescued from an evil doctor by a disciple of the Qingya Sect, Mo Yan went to look for him.

At first, the evil doctor was planning to seize him, but in the end, he was caught by Mo Yan, who used a forbidden technique to read his memory.

The wind around the boy gradually stopped and he opened his eyes.

He was still wearing a dark red robe embroidered with gold, holding a flame-cutting whip in his hand, but his youthful spirit was somewhat gone, and his face was heavy.

A smile tugged at the corner of Mo Yan's lips, brilliant but making people feel cold.

"Does it hurt?" He asked about the black air in his hand.

At this time, the scorching flame-cutting whip had tightly wrapped around the black energy. Under the burning flames, the black energy screamed louder.

The smile on Mo Yan's face became brighter, but the coldness in his eyes became stronger. The smile did not reach his eyes, like a fox but as cruel as a mad wolf.

"Not enough!"

He said in a light tone, but the strength in his hands increased again.

Isn’t it far enough?

Where can I go, how can that little thing hurt?

The wind blew the trees, and mottled shadows scattered on the young man's body, becoming increasingly gloomy.

He really didn't expect that that gadget would be so miserable.

Those medicines seemed extremely bitter to him, and the little thing was given so much every day.

At first, the child would cry, but later she didn't even dare to cry anymore. Whenever she cried, she would be beaten.

No wonder he scared her just now, no wonder he bit his wrist just now, and even if it drew blood, he didn't dare to utter a sound.

and also……

Mo Yan exhaled a long breath, closed his eyes, and remembered what he saw in the memory of the evil doctor, the scar on the little guy that was hidden under his clothes.

Really, fuck it!

He thought that Qingya Sect's piece of shit was disgusting enough, but he didn't expect that there was another one that was even more disgusting.

The flame-cutting whip in Mo Yan's hand became tighter and tighter, and the black mist wrapped in flames screamed in agony. Finally, it was dying and looked like it would dissipate at any time.

Just when Heiqi thought he could finally die, he heard the young man whispering like an immortal, but in reality they were words like a devil.

"Don't worry, you won't die, it's still much worse..."

Scum, death is not a pity.