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

Xiao Yanbao hurriedly hugged Ji Wuchen's neck.

Fortunately, Ji Wuchen was holding her and sitting on the bed. When he lost consciousness, he fell back and lay on the bed.

Xiao Yanbao crawled out of his arms.

Her little face pressed against his.

Big tears rolled out of my eyes.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

"Dad, please don't scare Yanbao, okay?"

"Dad, Yan Bao is so scared...wuwuwu..."

"It's all Yan Bao's fault. It's Yan Bao's failure to protect daddy..."

The little guy was crying while controlling the threads to check Ji Wuchen.

There was only one order in her mind.

——Daddy must get better!

The linemen went out en masse.

Surround Ji Wuchen.

Various views.

Many lines even touched Ji Wuchen's soul.

But Ji Wuchen's soul was so powerful that all the threads that first touched his soul were bounced back.

Xiao Yanbao noticed it and quickly hugged Ji Wuchen's neck to talk to him.

"Dad, it's Yan Bao, it's Yan Bao's threads. Dad, show Yan Bao's threads...the threads are very powerful."

The threads still can't get into Ji Wuchen's soul.

There were no external injuries on his body.

The linemen were anxious.

Xiao Yanbao was even more anxious.

The little guy's face was as pale as paper.

The dark pupils gradually turned into dark gold.

She stared at the mark of fire that began to flash between her father's eyebrows again, and pounced on it without even thinking.

Open your small mouth, let out a sip, and inhale hard.

The dark golden light in his eyes suddenly became extremely bright.

Even like a burning fire.

The flame mark between Ji Wuchen's brows was sucked out by her in the raging fire, and she swallowed it into her belly with a roar.

The little guy took a deep breath.

When she realized that the mark was trying to escape from her belly, she took another deep breath and pressed down.

The little guy is so confident now.

I feel like there’s nothing in the world that she can’t eat!

Even if it was a flame mark that was as hot as a flame and burned her tongue, she would eat it without fail.

After about half a second, the force that wanted to move upward was gone.

And the threads also returned to the little guy's mind in an instant.

The strips are spread out like noodles.

Xiao Yanbao also felt dizzy.

It was getting darker and darker before my eyes.

She tried her best to raise her eyelids, lay on Ji Wuchen's body, and tried her best to look between his eyebrows.

Ah!

Daddy’s face is very clean.

Daddy is very good-looking.

It looks better than kissing Doudou.

Daddy is still warm.

Daddy's heartbeat is still beating.

Daddy seemed... just asleep.

The little guy was exhausted, his pale face clinging to Ji Wuchen's arms.

My head hurt, as if it was about to explode.

The threads seemed to be disappearing.

Xiao Yanbao closed his eyes and completely lost consciousness.

At the end, he was still mumbling.

"Dad... don't let Yan Bao go. Yan Bao... is very well-behaved... very annoying..."

The white bones and black bones in Ji Wuchen's sleeves: "..."

Brothers, you look at me, I look at you.

They couldn't help but be moved.

Outside the ruins of the Main Hall, thousands of disciples of Xiangguo Temple gathered in the square in front of the Main Hall.

Master Qingyun, who had just arrived, comforted the disciples along with the host nephew, and at the same time arranged for people to find out what was going on.

But after checking again and again, nothing was found.

"Master in charge, everything is as usual in the temple tonight."

"All the pilgrims staying in the temple tonight are in the Xiyuan. The Main Hall is closed before dark, and no pilgrims from the Xiyuan are here."

Some disciples speculated.

"Could it be one of our own who did it?"

Some disciples immediately refuted it.

"How is it possible? The Buddhist Dharma is solemn. We are all disciples of Buddhism. We regard the Dharma as more important than our lives. How is this different from deceiving our teachers and destroying our ancestors?"

"that is!"

"Correct!"

……

The discussion in the square became louder and louder.

A disciple hurriedly came from the backyard.

"Uncle Master, Your Highness, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the four other Highnesses are in the Zen room of Mingshu in the backyard."

The host looked surprised.

"what happened?"

The young disciple shook his head.

"Master Master, I don't know. I went to call His Highness the Prince and the others, but they... seemed to be sleeping very deeply. I couldn't wake them up."

The host and all the disciples: "..."

Master Qingyun suddenly raised his head and looked toward the backyard.

For a moment, a terrifying and sinister aura emerged over there.

Master Qingyun hurried over and whispered a few words to the host, then hurried to the backyard with his Zen staff.

He was not idle on the road either, casting exorcism spells one after another.

But... the talisman was like a raindrop falling on the shore of the East China Sea, without causing any waves.

Master Qingyun felt strange and immediately used Qinggong to rush over.

The evil spirit appears quickly and dissipates even faster.

There wasn't even a trace left, and he didn't know where to start.

"Could it be that the Ji family is here?"

As soon as Master Qingyun finished speaking, he immediately denied himself.

"No! The Ji family is a witch clan that has been inherited for thousands of years. Even if they have been hidden in the world for hundreds of years, they still take it as their duty to eliminate demons and protect the Tao."

The evil spirit has absolutely nothing to do with the Ji family.

What the hell is coming?

Master Qingyun reached a fork in the road and finally went straight to the Mingshu Zen Room in the backyard.

In the Zen room, the five Fengmian brothers were lying in a row on the simple beds against the wall.

Two of them were still snoring.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Master Qingyun saw at a glance that the one on the far right was Prince Fengmian, and hurriedly walked a few steps over.

"His Royal Highness."

"His Royal Highness."

Feng Mian slept deeply.

Perhaps because he believed that Xiangguo Temple was absolutely safe, he and his four brothers fell asleep even if the secret guards did not come over.

While sleeping, I felt someone talking in my ear.

It was buzzing, the sound was louder and quieter, like mosquitoes in summer, it was very noisy.

Feng Mian frowned and turned over.

Turn your back to Master Qingyun.

Master Qingyun: "..."

Master Qingyun is somewhat doubtful about life.

Is this definitely the calm, restrained, bold and careful Crown Prince?

This is not even the East Palace, this is a Buddhist temple open to everyone in Kyushu, Shikoku and one city!

Master Qingyun stood beside the bed, the peaceful expression on his face almost unbearable.

His eyes flashed and he thought of something.

"Your Highness, where is the little princess? Is the little princess missing?"

Feng Mian opened his eyes almost instantly while sleeping.

Those beautiful eyes were still full of sleepiness, but he still sat up as quickly as possible and quickly looked around him.

To his left was the end of the bed, and two inches past was the floor.

And on the right... lies his third brother Feng Sanlie.

To the right of San Lie is the second brother Feng Erli, followed by Xiao Wu and Siling.

Feng Mian was not fully awake yet, so he shouted subconsciously.

"Yanbao!"

No one responded.

However, Feng Erli next to him was woken up.

He was also sleeping deeply, so it seemed that he had opened his eyes, but his consciousness was still vague.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Feng Mian woke up.

He looked at Master Qingyun standing beside the bed, and then at the row of younger brothers.

Then he reached out and patted Feng Erli's shoulder gently, comforting him softly.

"It's okay, I just woke up suddenly. It's still early. Let's sleep a little longer."

Feng Erli's eyelids, which he tried hard to open, closed very smoothly and fell into sleep again.

Feng Mian stood up with a tired look on his face.

"Master Qingyun, I'm disturbing you late at night."

Master Qingyun asked him subconsciously.

"Your Highness, where is the little Princess Fu Jin?"