The beloved little princess arrives, and the evil ghost howls for mercy!

Yan Bao didn't know where he got the strength. He suddenly got up from the ground and staggered towards Aunt Mu.

"Aniang! Aniang, please don't leave. Look at Yanbao... When you leave, Yanbao will be the only one... Yanbao is afraid of the dark, wuwuwu... Aniang... please don't leave Yanbao behind. one person……"

A member of the family kicked her to the ground. Yan Bao had no strength to stand up again, so he could only roll towards Aunt Mu with all his strength.

"Auntie..."

Yang Chaoyun listened to her weak and almost inaudible voice like a kitten, with a sarcastic and pleasant smile in his eyes.

Ah!

The annoying Aunt Mu is finally dead, and this little bastard won’t live long!

She said calmly: "The physical evidence that Aunt Mu had an affair with someone is conclusive, and she has already signed a pledge to plead guilty! As for the sixth lady in the mansion, Yan Bao, lock her up first and wait for the master to return to the mansion to deal with it!"

Yan Bao was not of the Prime Minister's blood, and even when Aunt Mu was pregnant, the Prime Minister personally ordered her to give up her son and keep her mother.

Even if Yan Bao is still alive now, the prime minister will not let this bastard survive tonight after he returns home!

Thinking that the prime minister couldn't help but rub her eyes over and over again when he was intimate with her, she wished she could cut Aunt Mu into pieces!

Fortunately, from now on, Aunt Mu, the thorn in the flesh, has been removed!

After Yang Chaoyun finished his instructions, he glanced at Yan Bao, which was slowly rolling in the blood on the ground, and walked away with his people in a satisfied manner.

Yan Bao finally rolled to the side of Aunt Mu who was left breathless in the bloody water by the servant, and carefully held Aunt Mu's increasingly cold cheeks with both hands.

Her mind was in confusion, and all she could see was a mist of blood. An instinct arose in her subconscious, which urged her to lower her head and bite Aunt Mu's neck.

It seems that as long as she bites her, she can continue to live.

"It doesn't hurt Grandma... Yanbao must have bitten lightly and quickly. After the bite... Yanbao helped Grandma to purr, and Grandma didn't feel any pain."

As soon as the sharp little tiger teeth touched A Niang's neck, a thick big hand suddenly grabbed her and threw her into the house.

Yan Bao shouted in panic.

"Auntie!"

The thin voice sounded like a kitten that was about to expire. The unwilling Yan Bao struggled hard and cried in mid-air.

The moment his body landed on the ground, the back of Yan Bao's head hit the corner of the only square table in the room.

His vision went dark, and Yan Bao instantly lost all consciousness.

The two servants who handled Aunt Mu's body didn't care. One threw the straw mat on the ground and carried Aunt Mu's body. The other threw Yan Bao into the house and went to find a broom, ready to clean up the blood all over the floor.

No one noticed that Yan Bao, who was silent in the room, had a hole in the back of his head and was bleeding profusely.

The ground soon turned blood red.

Following Yan Bao's very soft groan, all the blood began to flow back, and the bloody ground instantly became clean again.

The servant in Sasou didn't even notice that all the blood flowing out of Aunt Mu's body on the ground was absorbed by the unconscious Yan Bao.

Because blood that did not belong to his own body was sucked into his body, even if he lost consciousness, Yan Bao was still convulsing in pain.

His head felt like it was going to explode, and the little tiger teeth in his mouth began to grow slowly.

Yan Bao subconsciously tightened his mouth and clenched his bloody hands into fists.

"Aniang...Yanbao hurts...Yanbao hurts so much...Aniang..."

"Auntie..."

Yan Bao murmured unconsciously, huddled on the cold ground covered with a thin layer of frost, so weak and helpless that he seemed to be leaving with Aunt Mu at any time.

The servants sweeping the yard outside were cursing.

"It's not a good time to die, but you have to choose such a cold day with rain. It's really..."

The sound stopped suddenly, and he fell straight down with a cold arrow stuck between his eyebrows.

The servant who had just thrown Aunt Mu's body into the straw mat was frightened and shouted in horror when he saw his companion died tragically.

"It's not good! Killed!"

Three men arrived at the entrance of the dilapidated courtyard at some point. The leader was tall, full of violence, and holding a long bow.

The other two were also full of evil spirits, and at first glance they looked like powerful characters who had actually seen blood.

The man holding a longbow named Muling shot a servant and rushed over quickly. He put the longbow on the servant's neck. Before the servant could react, the bowstring had already strangled the servant's neck.

"Tell me, Mu Wan..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Leng's eyes fell on the straw mat blown open by the cold wind.

The young man, full of rage and murderous intent, seemed to have lost all his strength in an instant, and his knees weakened and he knelt in front of Aunt Mu's body.

"elder sister?"

Mu Ling's face was full of disbelief. He carefully bent down and picked up the beaten and bruised Aunt Mu on the straw mat, staring intently at the familiar face filled with layers of death.

He hated himself for joining the army and staying away for five years!

I hate myself for not working harder on the battlefield!

If he works harder, he can end the war earlier and come back to see his sister earlier!

My sister's body is still soft, just a little bit...

Even if he ran faster when his teacher returned to the court...

Self-blame and guilt filled Muleng's heart. He held Aunt Mu's body tightly and burst into tears.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I came back late...I'm sorry..."

"elder sister……"

The two guards, Wen Qing and Wen Xin, who came with them, couldn't bear to be disturbed and looked away.

When Wenxin turned his head, he suddenly saw a child lying next to the table in the room.

He rushed in quickly and took a breath to make sure the child was still angry, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Wenxin hurriedly picked up the child and left the room.

"General, the child is still alive!"

The grief-stricken Muling suddenly raised his head, and then remembered the news he had found that his sister not only entered the prime minister's house as a concubine, but also gave birth to a daughter.

His sister is gone, and he must keep her only flesh and blood.

Wen Qing hurriedly reached out and took over Aunt Mu's body.

"My condolences, general, a dead person cannot be resurrected, but the child is still alive!"

Mu Ling, who looked sad, nodded and gritted his teeth.

"Save the child!"

When he saw that the child's face was covered in blood and his face was blue from the cold, Muling violently tore off his clothes, revealing his thick chest.

He stuffed the small and extremely weak body into his arms, wrapped it tightly in the cloak, dropped the long bow, and quickly left with the dying Yan Bao in his arms.

In the cold wind, his cold voice reached the ears of Wen Qing and Wen Xin brothers along with the hunting cold wind.

"Set fire! I want everyone in the prime minister's house to bury my sister with her!"

The unconscious Yan Bao in his arms was in great pain.

A pale and bluish little face was almost distorted. His little hands were tightly holding his collar, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

The extremely weak Xiao Nai's voice was muffled, and it made Muling's heart ache.

"Aniang...it hurts...Aniang...Yanbao hurts so much..."

Muling, who was holding her, had red eyes when he heard her weak voice.

"Yan Bao, be good. Yan Bao doesn't hurt. Uncle will take you to the doctor right away! Uncle will definitely cure Yan Bao! Don't be afraid of Yan Bao, uncle is here!"

But Yanbao couldn't hear anything.

She only felt that the roots of her teeth were itching more, and the teeth seemed to be longer, almost poking her lips, making her want to bite.

But Aniang had said that Yan Bao was a human being, not a puppy. Only puppies bite people.

So even though she was in a coma, even though her teeth were itching so much that Xiao Yanbao's teeth rattled, she still didn't open her small, cracked mouth that was bleeding.

Muling looked at the small ball in his arms that was twitching in pain. His heart made of iron and blood seemed to have been stabbed to pieces by something, and blood was flowing out.

"Yan Bao! Yan Bao! Uncle will definitely save you!"

Yan Bao, who was shrinking in her arms, seemed to feel something and gently pressed against his chest.

The dirty little face touched the warm skin, and the little guy rubbed it subconsciously, and the almost ferocious little face relaxed little by little in pain.

The little guy choked and shouted.

"Auntie..."

Muling watched and listened with his heart pounding.

Holding Yan Bao, he rushed all the way to the front yard of the Prime Minister's Mansion. After receiving the news, Yang Chaoyun called seventeen or eight guards to stand ready.