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

"The Nether Flower symbolizes the identity of the head of the Ji family?"

Fu Ling'an seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

Feng Mian heard the sarcasm in his words, and combined with Fu Ling'an's uneasiness when he looked at Yan Bao's forehead to confirm something, he suddenly realized that the Nether Flower on Yan Bao's forehead was not a good thing.

Mu Ling spoke calmly.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, it's about Yanbao, so I hope you can tell me straight away."

Fu Ling'an took a deep breath, his eyes wanting to tear Ji Wuchen into pieces when he was not in front of him.

"Every head of the hidden Ji family will bear the curse of the Ji family that has existed for thousands of years. Because of this curse, every head of the Ji family will not survive."

"The heirs selected by the head of the Ji family or the ancestors of the Ji family will have the Nether Flower Seal on their body, but the location of the Nether Flower Seal on each family head will be different."

Yan Bao's Nether Flower is printed on his forehead.

What that meant he wasn't quite sure.

But it's never a good thing.

He had seen in the secret chambers of past emperors in Beiyuan that the locations where the Nether Flower Seals appeared on the heads of the Ji family were all on their foreheads.

But the colors vary.

There seems to be a pattern.

The lighter the color of the Nether Flower, the longer the owner of the family can live.

What he remembered particularly clearly was the head of the Ji family who had slightly obvious traces of the Nether Flower on his forehead.

Then it is recorded that he died of explosion in his weak years.

Before he exploded and died, he bloodbathed the entire Ji family.

If the Ji family hadn't been prepared, the entire Ji family would have suffered countless casualties.

Sister is also from the witch clan. She clearly knows that the head of the Ji family is a short-lived ghost, so why is she still with the short-lived ghost of the Ji family?

Do not!

Sister must have been forced to do so!

After all, my sister has lost her memory!

When Fu Ling'an's mind was filled with the idea of ​​cutting Ji Wuchen's short-lived ghost into pieces, the expressions of Mu Ling Fengmian and others changed drastically.

So the beautiful Nether Flower Mark on Yan Bao's forehead can actually kill her?

Is this still available?

Mu Ling took a breath.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, do you have a solution?"

Fu Ling'an shook his head.

"No solution!"

The color on Mu Ling's face suddenly disappeared, and his resolute face became extremely pale.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, you..."

Xiao Yanbao spoke urgently.

“There is a solution and there is a solution.”

Not only Mu Ling Fengmian and others, but also Fu Ling'an quickly looked at Xiao Yanbao who was being held by him.

"Yan Bao, do you know?"

Xiao Yanbao nodded.

"I know, daddy also has this flower on his forehead, but that time Yan Bao saw that daddy was in pain, so he took the flowery flower out for daddy."

"Dad fainted at the time, but woke up later and seemed to be in great spirits."

Fu Ling'an, Muling and others: "..."

Can you still dig out the Nether Flower Seal?

Fu Ling'an found it incredible.

"how is this possible?"

Xiao Yanbao blinked.

"Kiss Doudou, Yan Bao didn't lie to anyone."

Feng Mian looked at Xiao Yanbao and hurriedly explained.

"Yan Bao, His Majesty Beiyuan didn't say you meant to lie to him. He was just worried that you didn't dig out the flower mark between your father's eyebrows. Your father used other methods to cover the flower mark."

Xiao Yanbao's fleshy little face was particularly serious.

"No! Yan Bao clearly remembers the things that Yan Bao dug out."

Feng Xiaowu subconsciously spoke out.

"Then Yan Bao, can you dig out the flower mark on your own forehead?"

Feng Sanlie nodded in agreement.

"Yes, can you dig it out?"

Xiao Yanbao tilted his head.

"What about Yanbao?"

Feng Mian quickly stopped him.

"Yan Bao, wait until you get home and try again."

Mu Ling nodded.

"Yes, Yan Bao, it's getting dark. Let's wait until we get home."

Fu Ling'an originally wanted to take Xiao Yanbao back to the palace.

But now I have changed my mind.

Now that Yan Bao's short-lived ghost father had appeared, he had to teach the short-lived ghost's father a lesson first, and then ask him why he let his sister give birth to Yan Bao even though he knew he was a short-lived ghost.

The horror of the Ji family's curse has been recorded in the secret chambers of successive emperors in Beiyuan.

The pain is unbearable.

Even the most powerful wizard in the Witch Clan can only live to be less than thirty years old.

Yan Bao has now been selected as the heir to the Ji family, which means that the Ji family's curse has taken effect on Yan Bao. Yan Bao is only three years old and has already begun to bear the Ji family's evil curse.

The more Fu Ling'an thought about it, the angrier he became, and his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip.

Xiao Yanbao hurriedly thrust her little head into his arms.

The sound of milk and milk comforted him.

"Don't worry, Qin Dou Dou. Yan Bao is very powerful now. Let's go home first. When we get home, Yan Bao will take off the flower on his forehead and give it to Qi Dou Dou for you to play with."

Fu Ling'an: "..."

If he could really dig it out, he would make the Nether Flower Seal completely clean and leave nothing behind.

I'm afraid that the Nether Flower Seal is condensed into the bones and blood, so how can I dig it out?

How far is the forehead from the Tianling Cap?

If you dig it out, wouldn't it kill a three-year-old baby?

Fu Ling'an was extremely angry, but there was no better way for the time being.

"Okay! Go home first!"

He wants to beat up the short-lived ghost!

Fu Ling'an held Xiao Yanbao and walked a few steps quickly to board the carriage.

Mu Ling looked at Feng Mian and his highnesses, leaned to the side, and asked the Feng Mian brothers to get on the carriage.

Feng Mian wanted to ride a horse, but Mu Leng shook his head at him in a vague way.

His Majesty Beiyuan is a famous tyrant in the Kyushu Continent.

His mood was unstable at the moment. If something happened in the carriage, he, a great general, could not ride with the king of a country, but their Eastern Crown Prince was definitely qualified.

Feng Mian understood and nodded.

Feng Siling urged him directly.

"Brother, get in the car quickly."

Fu Ling'an's impatient voice came from inside the carriage.

"Are you still leaving?"

Feng Mian and Feng Siling followed him into the carriage. Before the curtain could be lowered, Fu Ling'an whistled, and the four horses pulling the carriage neighed, and the clatter of hoofbeats was particularly loud in the night.

Lu Huaijin was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses when he saw the carriage that was already driving away.

"Your Majesty, I haven't gotten in the car yet."

Muling got on his horse and the accompanying guards led another horse to Lu Huaijin.

"Doctor Lu, please mount your horse."

Lu Huaijin: "..."

He and His Majesty traveled thousands of miles for more than a month, and were still being hunted by all kinds of inhumans.

I am physically and mentally exhausted and just want to lie down.

The corners of Mu Ling's mouth were slightly raised, and his voice was steady and powerful.

"Doctor Lu, if you don't leave, the carriage will disappear soon."

Lu Huaijin: "..."

Lu Huaijin gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and tried to turn over and climb onto the horse's back.

Before he could sit firmly, Muling had already whipped his own mount.

"drive!"

The accompanying guards quickly followed.

Lu Huaijin: "..."

Lu Huaijin subconsciously glanced at the village behind him, fearing that the non-human being was still there, he clamped his legs under the horse's belly and ran wildly, waving his whip.

"Drive! Drive! Drive!"

In the Begonia Courtyard, Ji Wuchen, who was sitting at the stone table under the largest Begonia tree in the front yard, looked at the little paper figure on the table and pursed his lips.

"When a visitor comes from afar, it's time to make a pot of good tea."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, and the four or five little paper figures instantly stood up, put on their dark hooded robes, and began to get busy.

He who makes fire makes fire, and he who draws water draws water.

The movements are very skillful, and the movements are smooth and beautiful.

The sound of horse hooves soon came from outside the courtyard.