"Uncle Yifan, can you help me bring the decorations on the bedside table?" Mu Xiyan shouted in a trembling voice.

She didn't dare to walk over by herself, she was afraid that she would not be able to control herself as soon as she walked over.

The blood was tumbling in her body, and she desperately needed to do something to distract herself, or more accurately, she needed to do something to release the boiling in her blood.

Han Yifan picked up the ornament that Mu Xiyan pointed out to be fortunate and handed it to her, his eyes faintly worried.

Why does it seem that something is wrong?

Mu Xiyan stretched out his little hand, and without even saying thank you, he couldn't wait to hold the corner of the wooden ornament, and a feeling of destruction arose.

Startled by her own thoughts, she inadvertently shook her hand, and the wooden ornament she was holding turned to ashes at a speed that was eye-catching, and the sawdust fell leisurely in the air.

However, this is just the beginning!

The sawdust turned into ashes is like a fuse, and the emotions that want to destroy everything are like beasts that break out of the prison, instantly occupying Mu Xiyan's brain.

At this moment she had forgotten where she was, what to do, and the only thought in her mind was destruction, destruction at all costs.

Eagerly looking at various wooden furniture such as shoe cabinets, wardrobes, and counters, his eyes were like hungry wolves who had not eaten for three days and suddenly saw a piece of fat in front of him, green and shining.

Could the little bean sprouts be thinking about ......? Han Yifan noticed that Mu Xiyan was a little wrong at this time, but he didn't think about her seriously, and even, he still had the leisure to describe out of thin air in his mind a funny picture of a cute little doll picking up wood chips, one by one, and stuffing them into his mouth with relish.

Until the next shocking scene happened.

The blood was boiling, and Mu Xiyan's originally dark eyes were like a lit torch, burning out a blazing tide.

There were a series of 'bang-bang' sounds in the house, and the things that had been locked in the eyes fell apart one by one under Mu Xiyan's fist, and debris flew everywhere.

Mu Xiyan's method of destruction is direct and rude, without any tricks and technical content, and it is impossible to smash it with one punch and punch again.

The fist, which was as white and tender as a small bun, was already mixed with a trace of blood red, and Han Yifan dodged and grabbed Mu Xiyan's little arm raised again.

"Yan Yan, Yan Yan ......" Han Yifan anxiously called out Mu Xiyan's name, trying to wake her up. He successfully stopped Mu Xiyan's behavior, but Mu Xiyan, who had been destroyed and occupied his brain, failed to wake up as he wished.

The process of destruction was forcibly interrupted, and the boiling in his body was about to explode if he couldn't be relieved, Mu Xiyan clenched his fists, opened his arms and roared in pain, and the broken pieces on the ground instantly rose in midair, and Han Yifan couldn't prevent being shocked out of a meter away.

Time seems to stand still.

The pieces in mid-air landed at the same time, making a crisp or dull sound, and the room could no longer be described as a wolf, even the gray shirt on Han Yifan's body and hair were stained with a little ash shavings, not to mention the wooden face that caused this situation.

The clothes that I changed before going out in the morning have been so gray that I can't see the original color, the pink rubber band has long disappeared without a trace, and the soft hair is messily draped over the shoulders, covering half of Mu Xiyan's face.

Han Yifan was shocked behind him, and he couldn't see Mu Xi's fair complexion, which had turned purple-red, and his facial features that had become distorted by pain.

It took no more than three minutes before and after this change.

Han Yifan didn't dare to stop Mu Xiyan's actions rashly, and now he couldn't solve the problem that happened to Mu Xiyan.

The vitality flow in the room, although there were only wisps, but he could be 100% sure that this was the real vitality, far more powerful than his.

All of these strong vitality emanated from Mu Xiyan's body.

He studied diligently for more than forty years before he reached the realm of a super-grade warrior, which is already a very high evaluation of talent, and now Mu Xiyan is only five years old, and the vitality he exudes is even stronger than him, what kind of terrifying power is this?

Many thoughts pass through my mind, and they seem redundant, but in fact, they are only in a blink of an eye.

Mu Xiyan, who was in dire need of relief, became more and more painful, and with her instinct to wreak havoc in the house, if there was a knife she would not hesitate to wipe it off her neck, the feeling of her muscles being crushed, she didn't want to try a second time in this life.

Han Yifan didn't dare to act rashly, he could only stare at Mu Xiyan, who had lost his mind and was constantly destroying everything like a beast in a rage.

It was because of his stop just now that Mu Xiyan burst out of vitality, so he didn't dare to stop it again.

If he didn't stop him, he was afraid that Mu Xiyan's five-year-old body would not be able to withstand the vitality and would be in danger of exploding. wants to make a move, but is afraid that rashly blocking it will cause irreparable regrets to her future promotion.

There are seven levels of martial arts, and only in the late stage of the first level do they begin to feel the existence of vitality, and people at the level of martial arts can already use the vitality as a strong wind.

How big is the disparity between strong wind and vitality?

Martial arts are practiced to perfection, and every move and style contains strong wind, which can be done by everyone as long as the samurai practice diligently.

Yuan Qi is an ability that evolves when martial arts reach the peak and break through the limit, which is unique in a hundred.

Strong winds kill tangible, and vitality kills invisibly.

Yuan Qi is the most lethal and deadliest weapon in martial arts, and its destructive power is not inferior to artillery fire.

If there are any sequelae left on Mu Xiyan because of his rash actions, then the road of Xiaodou Sprouts to the army can be said to be broken, and he can't afford to gamble.

Han Yifan followed Mu Xiyan back and forth, he is now an ant in the pot, give him one more leg and he can crawl all over the ground.

At this time, there were two words of "don't worry" in my ears.

Not in a hurry, not in a hurry, how can he not be in a hurry?

Seeing that everything that could be destroyed in the house was almost destroyed, Mu Xiyan not only did not get better, but what was worse was that the vitality in the house was getting stronger and stronger, how could he not be in a hurry?

There was movement outside the door, and the long-awaited breath finally appeared, Han Yifan breathed a sigh of relief and shouted at the same time: "Hurry up and come over to see what's wrong with Yan Yan?"

Fortunately, this is a technologically advanced world, and the built houses don't have to worry about sound insulation, otherwise Han Yifan's voice would have to alarm the guards.

The man who appeared was the man who talked to Han Yifan not long ago, and he had changed into a dark shirt on his body, which made his face even darker.

Standing far away outside the door, he felt the aura of strange abilities, and at first he thought that Han Yifan's distress signal was because he was attacked, and when he entered the house, he didn't understand anything when he saw Mu Xiyan's irrational appearance.

The man came in without any action, Han Yifan was not as patient as him, and his unbridled words immediately opened his mouth: "What should you say? I came to you to let you think of a way, not to let you come to the play." ”