Yan Jiuchao was accompanying the three little black eggs in the room, the little black eggs had just taken a bath, they were not dressed well, and they were running around the house with their bare little buttocks.

Yan Jiuchao carried one in one hand to the stool.

"Sit down." He said without being angry.

After that, he took a few small clothes and began to put them on carefully for his son, Rao is becoming a ghost king, and some things were also imprinted into his instincts, such as loving Yu Wan, and taking care of a few little black eggs.

Taking advantage of the stinky daddy dressing Dabao, Xiaobao stretched out a little foot and slowly pointed to the ground, he slid down the stool, glanced at the stinky daddy, saw that the stinky daddy didn't pay attention to him, and ran to the door!

He stepped out on one of his short legs, and when he was about to step out of the other, a powerful internal force sucked him back and firmly grasped it in the stinky daddy's hand.

Yan Jiuchao grabbed the clothes on Yan Xiaobao's back, like a little cub.

Xiaobao sighed helplessly, drooped his little head, and gave up resistance.

Yan Jiuchao put Xiaobao on the stool and began to dress Erbao.

Xiaobao escaped again.

As a result, he was naturally caught by Yan Jiuchao again.

Daddy or something, it's so uncute!

The three little black eggs got dressed, held hands, and jumped to find their mother.

When Ying Thirteen entered the house, Yan Jiuchao was looking through a few classics taken out from the library of Sikong's family, don't look at this identity seems absurd, but it actually gave him a lot of convenience, such as these Shura secrets that even the ghost clan can't find.

Their Shura is the most talented Shura, but if there is no martial arts secret book suitable for him, he is like an unpolished piece of jade, and it will always be difficult to exert his maximum strength.

"Young master." Shadow Thirteen bowed, "What are you looking at?" ”

Yan Jiuchao closed the book, handed it to him and said, "Take it to Grandma." ”

"Yes." Shadow Thirteen took the secret note.

"Something?" Yan Jiuchao saw that he hadn't left and asked.

Shadow Thirteen told Sikong Ancestor and Lan Yi Holy Maiden about it: "...... Concubine Yun's father may not be the Shen family, but the ancestor of the Sikong family, and her subordinates are worried that the saint will also find out this secret, and will pretend to be the young lady to enter the Stygian Mountain to recognize her relatives. ”

Recognizing relatives is still a trivial matter, I'm afraid that after she admits it, she will use Sikong Ancestor to turn around and deal with them.

With the face she is wearing now, the possibility of getting through the test is really not small.

The three little black eggs can recognize Yu Wan because Yu Wan has not changed in the slightest in terms of body shape or gait, even if it is just a back, they can still recognize her.

Sikong Ancestor may not be.

Yan Jiuchao's fingertips tapped lightly on the table a few times: "Prepare the car." ”

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the mountains are silent.

With the help of the flower branches, the saint successfully entered the Sikong Mansion and came to the foot of the Stygian Mountain through the secret passage of the Stygian Mountain.

Hua Zhi bowed and said worriedly: "Holy Maiden, the slave maid has sent you here, you must be careful, if anything is wrong, don't fall in love and leave as soon as possible." ”

Love war?

Who has the courage to fight with Sikong Ancestor?

Even the combined skills of that group of people are not enough to see in front of the ancestors.

The thought flashed, and the holy woman raised her hand lightly: "You stand down, his old man doesn't like outsiders to disturb him." ”

"Yes." Huazhi retreated in amusement.

The Holy Maiden had the qualifications to enter the Underworld, but it was the first time she had walked in the secret passage, she looked around, found the direction of the Chaoyang Palace, and walked over.

In order to better play the girl, she ate a lot of weight, and stuffed several more clothes, she did look a little chubby, that girl did not grow up next to the ancestor, the ancestor did not know her posture and breath, the only evidence is this face that is quite similar to the saint of Lanyi.

And when it comes to the breath of the saint, the saint is not worried, who let that girl carry a saint in her belly? In a way, the aura of the two of them is enough to be fake.

As long as she doesn't reveal the martial arts of the temple, she won't let the ancestor find the flaws.

Of course, there is still the possibility of being recognized, so what awaits her will be an extremely cruel ending, but at this point, she has no way out, not to mention that she has never been a timid person, the greater the risk, the greater the benefit, she understands the rules of gambling better than anyone else.

The saint continued to walk towards the Temple of the Rising Sun.

As she approached the foot of a banyan tree, she heard a familiar sound of footsteps.

She hurriedly flashed behind the banyan tree, calmed down, poked her head out and took a look, and saw Sikong Changfeng playing a lantern and strolling leisurely.

He was dressed in white, handsome and dignified in the night.

The saint suddenly thought of the appearance of the two when they were young, compared to Sikong Yun's straw bag, Sikong Changfeng is like a gentleman, always takes care of her very much, considerate and meticulous, but unfortunately, she is ruthless by nature and ambitious, Sikong Changfeng is too kind and upright, and it is not easy for people to manipulate-

"Hey!"

The cry of the long wind interrupted the holy woman's thoughts.

The holy woman looked towards Sikong Changfeng.

At this hour, Sikong Changfeng should not have appeared in the Stygian Mountain, but who could make Xiaohua hungry again?

The Gu Kings of the Stygian Mountain are all over the place, each one of them is not low-level, they are all raised by Sikong Changfeng to the Ten Thousand Gu Kings, since the little Gu Gu came, they have become the rations of the little Gu Gu.

Of course, the little Gu Gu was still just a young Gu, not the opponent of this group of old Thousand Gu Kings, but with the Ten Thousand Gu Kings in charge, the Thousand Gu Kings did not dare to disobey its coercion, so they could only obediently let the little Gu Gu who was a fox and a tiger eat their companions one by one.

The little Gu Gu was full of food and drink, and his progress became very fast.

Sikong Changfeng still remembers that when he entered the Stygian Mountain, Xiaohua couldn't even beat a single Gu King here, but now he can overturn several by himself.

Every time it kills one, it will show off in front of the Ten Thousand Gu King, and the old monk of the Ten Thousand Gu King is settled, and he doesn't bother to look at it.

In front of the Ten Thousand Gu King, the little Gu Gu sucked the Thousand Gu King away!

Sikong Changfeng said: "Okay Xiaohua, I'll eat here today, and I'll come back tomorrow." ”

After eating several, and then eating it, Sikong Changfeng was worried that he would take too much tonic and overdo it.

The little Gu Gu smacked his lips unsatisfied, jumped onto the body of the Ten Thousand Gu King, and his little claws were paralyzed, lying on his stomach and not moving.

Sikong Changfeng put the two Gu Kings into the jade bottle, turned around and returned to the secret passage of Sikong Mansion, but suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Who?!" ”

The saint's heart jumped!

"Eldest prince, it's me, you have something left in the Chaoyang Palace during the day, and I was about to send it to you." A junior disciple of Chaoyang Hall walked over with a jade fracture fan.

Sikong Changfeng dissipated the vigilance between his eyebrows, and said gently: "Thank you." ”

The little disciple arched his hand and said, "You're welcome, it's not too early, I'll go back to serve the ancestor first, eldest prince, farewell." ”

"Farewell." Sikong Changfeng took the jade bottle and folding fan and walked over to the other side of the banyan tree.

It wasn't until he completely disappeared into the night that the saint secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before this breath was released, the saint suddenly felt a suffocating pressure, like a heavy mountain, and it was pressed down! The clouds on the horizon rolled over, obscuring the stars and the moon, and the surroundings became dim, the leaves rustled, the birds fluttered, and the flocks shrank!

The saint didn't even have time to react, so she felt a pain in her chest, her muscles and veins reversed, and all seven orifices flowed blood.

In order not to expose her skills, the holy woman took a short-acting Huagong powder before she came, and now she has no half of her strength, and she can't bear this earth-destroying breath at all.

Her knees bent and she fell to her knees with a thud, her chest clutching to the ground with one hand and the ground with the other.

Click!

Her ribs were broken.

I expected that the ancestor would be strong, but I didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

She felt that she was going to live and die in this coercion in the next second, and she used all her strength to lift it up, trembling and touching the portrait in her arms.

With just one simple action, her hand bones broke.

She broke out in a cold sweat in pain, and struggled to squeeze out a few words from between her teeth: "...... Old...... Ancestor ...... I am...... Rany's ......"

Before the words fell, she couldn't hold it anymore, and her eyes went black and fainted!

A thick smell of blood filled the banyan tree, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

A tall shadow walked over, and with a movement of sharp eyes, the portrait flew up and spread out in mid-air.

The tall shadow looked at the portrait in the air in a daze, and after a while, an old voice like a bell sounded: "Lan Yi......"

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