Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

Seeing that the little girl couldn't climb up after kicking for a long time with her short legs, Nan Heng was about to step forward to help, but stretched out a pair of big hands from behind him, firmly supporting the little girl.

"A demon general found Leng Changxi's remnant soul in Linyang City, I have to go there."

With a rough and deep voice, Nan Heng raised his head, and what he saw was a resolute, tough young man with a vicious look on his face.

This man has slightly raised eyebrows, deep eye sockets, sparse beard around his lips, and a pair of majestic black horns growing on his forehead with a clear hairline.

Nan Heng looked at him silently for a moment, recalled the description in the original book, and roughly knew that this man should be his short-lived father, the previous demon king Nan Xi.And the woman and little girl just now should be his mother Su Wanqing and sister Nan Qiong.

The original book has little detailed description of the protagonist's childhood, so these characters are also mentioned in one stroke.

Nan Heng recalled the contents of the book, but Su Wanqing, who was sitting on the glass platform, seemed not to have heard Nan Xi's words, her hands were still busy.

Nan Xi snorted through his nostrils: "As a devil queen, you should at least take on the responsibilities of being a mother. Linyang City is vast and crowded, and now that the five great immortal sects are staring at us again, I'm afraid it will take a few days to get back to you." return."

"Understood." Su Wanqing didn't raise her head, and her tone became cold from the gentleness just now, "These days, there have been wave after wave of old-fashioned and bald-headed monks coming to our Black Lin Mountain. Come back and watch over me, I feel at ease."

"Okay." Nan Xi nodded, picked up Nan Qiong, hugged her in his arms and kissed her, then stroked Nan Heng's head with his big hand, a fatherly smile appeared on his face.

"Heng'er, take good care of your mother and sister at home, and come back as soon as your father goes."

At this time, Nan Heng raised her soft and cute face and nodded against the body of this four or five-year-old doll.

"You're so cute." Nan Xi said with satisfaction.

"Daddy, will you bring something delicious for Qiong'er? I heard that Linyang's walnut cake is the best!" The rosy-cheeked little girl blinked her eyes with anticipation.

Nan Xi stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of her nose: "Buy, Daddy will buy a lot of delicious food for you, brother, and mother."

"Okay!" The little girl frowned with a smile, slipped out of Nan Xi's arms, and ran outside holding Nan Heng's hand, "Brother, let's go outside to play! Don't disturb Dad and Mom talking!"

Nan Heng was dragged out of the main hall by this lively little sister, and in the main hall, Nan Xi and Su Wanqing could vaguely hear the sarcasm quarreling.

His current body is four or five years old, and Nanxi happens to be going out again. At this point in time, Nanxi might never return if he goes out this time.

Once Nanxi died, the five great immortal sects came to encircle and suppress their demon clan, and it was also the first time he and Xiao Tingxun met.

"Ah! Ahhh! Please spare me!"

"Ouch! Demon... Lord Demon Lord! I, I was also persecuted!"

"I... ah! I don't dare anymore!"

The sharp and ear-piercing wailing suddenly exploded, and Nan Heng came back to his senses, only to realize that the little girl Nan Qiong had brought him to the courtyard outside the hall at some point.

Several demon generals in that courtyard were tying a middle-aged man in Taoist uniform to a wooden stake, and whipping him fiercely with an iron whip full of barbs.The man was covered in blood, his skin was ripped apart from the beating, and he was wailing miserably.

At such a young age, Nanqiong watched it with relish, and even clapped her hands and shouted: "Well done! Smash him to death!"

Looking at this scene, Nan Heng couldn't bear to look directly and covered his eyes.

But Xiao Nanqiong soon found out, and tugged on his sleeve, a hint of puzzlement flashed in her crystal eyes: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Nan Heng shook his head, pointed to that person and asked her, "What happened to this person? Why was he beaten so badly?"

I don't know if it was because he had stayed in the Changqing sect for a long time, but when he saw this monk was miserable, he always had some compassion.

"This person?" Nan Qiong glanced at Nan Heng in surprise, "Brother, are you stupid? This person was sneaking around in the realm of our demons before, and my mother went out to collect medicine and was ordered by him. He still wants to bully mother! Shouldn't he be beaten!"

Is that so?

Nan Heng frowned. He thought that the demons were bloodthirsty and cruel, and it should be normal to catch a person from the fairy sect to whip them for fun.

That's why he just saw Nan Qiong like that, and he still sighed and taught the children badly.

"Well, it's time to fight." He nodded and took Nan Qiong's little hand, "Dad isn't going to leave, let's go see him off?"

Maybe it's the concept of modern people, but he still doesn't want Nan Qiong to see this since he was a child.

Unaware of his intentions, Nan Qiong was obediently led away by him, and the two of them walked up the steps of the Palace of Yumo.

Unexpectedly, Nan Heng pulled Nan Qiong, and as soon as his little short legs stepped up to the last step, the gate of Yumo Palace was knocked open with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, a tall figure flew out from inside.

"Nanxi, I'm leaving my words here! If you go this time, don't come back!"

Su Wanqing looked angry, and stood at the entrance of the hall with her hands on her hips: "Leng Changxi has been dead for three years! Can't you let it go?!"

"The remnant soul of Linyang, who knows if it's real! Heng'er and Qiong'er are still so young, once you leave, how can I, a cripple with no mana, be able to support the entire Heilin Mountain?!"

Nan Xi was lying on the ground with bruises and swellings on his face, but he still raised his face and smiled at Su Wanqing: "Madam, calm down. I searched for her soul everywhere, just to know the whole picture of what happened back then. Today, our Demon Race is being suppressed by Xianmen, and I want to solve it fundamentally."

"Solve it? I'm afraid you'll get hotheaded and do stupid things like losing your wife and losing your army!" Su Wanqing's face turned blue and pale with anger.

Nan Qiong was very winking, rolled to Su Wanqing's feet like a small ball, and hugged her thigh with her soft hands: "Mother, don't be angry, Qiong'er kisses."

Su Wanqing never showed emotions to children, the moment she reached out to hug Nan Qiong, a smile returned to her face.

She gave Nan Xi who was lying on the ground a cold look, carried Nan Qiong into the hall, and closed the door with a bang.

Nan Xi: ...

Nan Heng: ...

The father and son who were locked outside the hall stared wide-eyed.

"Haha," Nan Xi got up from the ground in embarrassment, patted the dirt on his body, and sat down on the steps with Nan Heng in his arms, "Heng'er don't mind, father and mother are used to being noisy."

Nan Heng rubbed his head with warm hands, and his heart warmed up: "Father, otherwise, don't go to Linyang."

"What nonsense to say, someone has to figure out the things about the demon world and the world of cultivating immortals; someone has to figure out what happened back then."

Nan Xi looked up at the screaming monk who was whipped not far away and sighed.

Nan Xi left anyway.

Nan Heng spent three days with Nan Qiong and Su Wanqing in anxiety, but Nan Xi never returned.

At midnight on the third day, Heilin Mountain was breached.

Since coming here, Nan Heng has been sleeping lightly. When he heard the loud shouts outside, he immediately ran to Su Wanqing's room.

Su Wanqing had already woken up, her eyes were cold, and she stuffed Nan Qiong, who was still sleeping in her arms, into the arms of a black-clothed demon envoy next to her: "Heng'er, take good care of my sister, he is mother's personal envoy, I can take you out."

Her voice was calm, and after she finished speaking, she stopped looking at the two dolls, took the soft armor from the hanger at the side, put it on neatly, and clenched the long sword in her hand.

"Mother..."

Nan Heng bit his lip and called her.

For some reason, he had only been here not long ago, and the time he had spent with them was very short, and when it was time to say goodbye, he still couldn't help being sad.

"Go quickly. I have to guard Heilin Mountain here until your father comes back."

Su Wanqing never looked back, her voice was firm and stern.

Nan Heng didn't know how determined she was. A cripple with no magic power chose to stay here, waiting for someone who would never come back, to a certain death.

It was clearly a summer night, but the wind that blew across his cheeks was like a sharp knife, piercing his cheeks with pain.

The demon envoy pinched the two of them, one left and one right under his armpit, holding the long sword in both hands, and rushed out from the apse.His body skills were really good, and his magic power was also high. The monks who blocked the way fell down like cutting straw, and hot blood splashed all over Nan Heng's body and face.

Nan Qiong was still asleep, probably because Su Wanqing gave her sleep aid medicine.

Heilin Mountain is dangerous, and the demon envoy led them to escape all the way. Behind him, the tall and majestic Yumo Palace was blazing into the sky. Nan Heng lay on the shoulder of the demon envoy, vaguely seeing the thin but resolute woman standing on the tall On the tile eaves, the chest is already full of sharp arrows.

She finally threw something among the ants-like monks. In an instant, the top of Heilin Mountain burst into flames, and with the screams of the monks, the beautiful figure jumped down from the eaves.

Nan Heng sniffed, his eyes suddenly turned sour.

"Hey! I said that there will be surprises if you take the path!"

A smirk resounded in the darkness, and the sprinting emissary stopped suddenly.

Nan Heng put his arms around his neck and turned around, and saw five monks in green clothes with fluttering sash, blocking their way with grim smiles on their faces.

"Sensible, hurry up and hand over these two little demons! My suzerain can still leave you as a whole!" The leader was five or sixty years old, with a big beard, and he didn't know it was that small sect. suzerain.

"Don't even think about it!" the demon envoy stopped shouting, while protecting the two regiments on his body, he danced his sword and fought with those people.

However, no matter how powerful his mana is, it would be difficult to fight against five with one, and those five monks moved fiercely, and they all came towards Nan Heng and Nan Qiong with one sword and one sword.

The demon envoy's injuries piled up, and he knew he couldn't protect the two masters anymore. He gritted his teeth, summoned his monster, and put Nan Heng and Nan Qiong on the monster's back.

"My lord, forgive me for my incompetence. From now on, I can only rely on you!"

He patted the black bear's butt, and the black bear took Nan Heng and Nan Qiong down the rugged mountain road and disappeared in a blink of an eye.