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

Bei Wan really didn't expect that the little beggar behind her would grab her wrist and run back.

But no matter how young she is, she is still a monk. A five-year-old foundation-building monk, as long as Bei Wan doesn't want to, she won't be dragged away by the lame little beggar.

At that moment, she felt the anxiety and fear coming from the little beggar, so she did not resist subconsciously.

She looked back and saw that her senior brothers also followed her, and she started running after the little beggar without any scruples.

On the second floor of the restaurant, Qi Youqing stood by the open window and for the first time took the initiative to reach out and feel the snowflakes falling from the sky.

Then his movements paused, his eyes wrapped in black gauze stared at a corner of the street, and he called out in a calm voice: "Master."

"Ah."

"Little Junior Sister ran away with the little beggar."

Yan Fengmian:?

Yan Fengmian moved slightly to the window and saw the flash of red disappearing at the corner of the street.

"Let's go and have a look."

Yan Fengmian stuffed a wad of silver notes into the hands of the clerk at the door, and left directly with Liao Jin and Qi Youqing.

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Bei Wan ran after the lame little beggar. The route was complicated, mostly through winding alleys, and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated thatched hut.

It was really a shabby thatched house with ventilation on all sides. Through the broken door, you could vaguely see that there was only a shabby straw mat inside and a person lying on it.

"This is not a nice place."

Mo Yan, who was following behind, gave a low tut and explained: "This family all died of illness, and the relatives thought it was unlucky, so this little thatched cottage has always been dilapidated."

Logically speaking, no one has been here for a long time, but now...

Yes, beggars don't care about the bad luck. It's a blessing to have a place to take shelter from the wind and rain.

The little beggar suddenly knelt down, pointed to the room, and kept kowtowing to them.

"You...want us to save the person inside?"

Bei Wan guessed.

The little beggar nodded heavily, and then kowtowed crazily.

Bei Wan quickly stepped forward and held her face, fixing her head that always wanted to kiss the earth.

"If you kowtow again, I will save two of you!"

Bei Wan said extremely seriously.

Mo Yan, who was behind him, couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

When the little guy frowned and looked over, he quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, senior brother, go in first and let you have a look."

He couldn't say that the scene where Bei Wan held the little beggar's face with both hands to stop him from kowtowing was so silly.

Mo Yan directly pushed open the dilapidated door and walked in.

There was an unpleasant smell as soon as he entered. Fortunately, it wasn't a hot summer day, otherwise Mo Yan felt that he would spit out the food he just ate.

"Hey man, are you still alive?"

"Just scream when you're alive!"

Mo Yan walked up to the man lying on the straw mat with clear purpose, stretched out his hand and pulled him unceremoniously.

The next second, Mo Yan tilted his head and looked at the dying man in front of him with interest.

It's been a long time since I've felt these things from the demon world.

Yan Ci walked in with Bei Wan in his arms and asked Mo Yan who was checking on that person.

"How about it?"

"If the demonic energy enters the body, he will die immediately."

Yan Ci walked closer and looked at the man lying on the straw mat.

His complexion was sallow, there was no flesh on his cheeks, and his messy hair obscured his face. He looked... a little familiar that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Yan Ci handed Bei Wan into Mo Yan's hands, lifted up his robe and squatted down, using his sharp-jointed hands to brush away the messy hair from the man's face.

"Yu Chichong..."

He murmured a little doubtfully and hesitantly.

"You know Yan Ci?"

Bei Wan asked softly.

Yan Ci nodded slightly: "There is some resemblance, but I'm not sure. I only met Yu Chichong a few times before, when he was still a toddler."

"It's just that the second son of King Beili Jing...why did he fall into such a situation."

Mo Yan raised his hand and dug his ears with his little finger, and asked in a friendly manner: "Do you need my help to get rid of the evil spirit? I'm afraid it won't be possible to just take pills."

"If you can, please."

Mo was tired of taking soft things rather than hard things. It was rare to see his senior brother with such an attitude, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves and started working.

Before that, the two of them handed out the small breast dumplings.

Bei Wan ran out of the shabby thatched house with the pill that replenished Qi and blood that Yan Ci had given her.

"Here you go! This is a pill."

As soon as he handed the elixir to the little beggar, he heard her stomach growl twice.

Bei Wan was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out some food from his storage space and pushed it all in front of the little beggar.

"eat."

When Yan Fengmian and others arrived, they saw the little guy from his sect feeding the little beggar, and using the cleaning skills he had long been proficient in to clean away all the dirt on the little beggar.

It's like they used to take care of her.

"Bei Wan." Yan Fengmian called out.

When Bei Wan heard Master calling her, she immediately turned around: "Yes!"

Yan Fengmian waved to her, and the little guy immediately ran over and looked at him in confusion.

Under the little guy's gaze, Yan Fengmian bent down, a handkerchief appeared in her hand, and she gently wiped her face that was dirty at some point.

"Master."

Yan Fengmian raised his head and looked at the eldest disciple who called him.

Yan Ci just came out of the dilapidated thatched hut and said to Yan Fengmian: "There is a demon in Beili, and the royal family has been controlled."

Yan Fengmian waved his hand: "It has nothing to do with our Cang Yan Sect."

When did Cangyan Sect advocate killing demons?

If this was the case, the first person to die would be Mo Yan.

After all, the Cangyan Sect and the Qingya Sect didn't deal with it, and Mo Yan's body was half Duan Tianhan's blood and half demon blood.

The first one who deserves to be killed is Mo Yan!

"I know." Yan Ci nodded, but his eyes fell on the little breast dumpling in the courtyard: "But they mentioned...Phoenix."

Bei Wan, who was feeding the little beggar, raised his head and looked at his senior brothers in confusion.

I seem to have heard someone talking about her.

Yan Fengmian's gaze fell firmly on Yan Ci, then lowered his gaze: "Tell me in detail."

Yan Ci nodded and waved to the room: "Yu Chi Chong, come out and speak."

Yan Fengmian waved his hand to set up a soundproof barrier and looked at the scrawny young man walking out of the shabby thatched house.

Yuchichong nodded gratefully to Yan Ci, then knelt down to Yan Fengmian, kowtowed a few times, and then said, "Yuchichong from the Beili royal family has met the Venerable."

"Tell me, what's going on with the Beili royal family, and what's going on with Phoenix."

Yu Chichong's voice was hoarse but filled with endless anger as he recounted what happened not long ago.

"In recent years, wars have continued in various countries, and the people have suffered terribly. My father and brother risked their lives to give advice, but unexpectedly my father was injured in the palace. My brother risked his life to bring back the news, asking me to escape immediately, take the amulet, and go west. Go to Yedu City, find Cangyan Sect again, and pass the oral instructions to Brother Yan."

"I kept running away, but people kept chasing me along the way. I traveled day and night. I had a few bad lucks along the way. I also met some immortal cultivators who came down to practice. It took me half a year to get to Yedu City..."

"What is the Oral Oral?"

Yan Fengmian looked at the child in front of him who couldn't talk about the important points at all, and couldn't help but remind him of the important points.

"Oh!" Yu Chichong said quickly: "Beili evil formation appears. The emperor wants to find the Phoenix and find the way to immortality and ascension. He will use the blood of the people of the world and the Phoenix to plot it."

"Brother said it, no one can believe it, I can only leave it to Brother Yan!"

After hearing this, Bei Wan subconsciously hid behind Yan Ci.

She understood, Phoenix blood, someone wanted her blood again!

Why are there so many bad people! !