Xiao Yanjing is also not ambiguous, if he sells badly, he has to look miserable, he rolled up his sleeves and showed it to Zhang Fuyun.

On the thin arm, there were bruises and bruises all over the place, obviously it was really not light, Zhang Fuyun frowned distressedly.

"Come, come in first, I'll give you some medicine to dissolve the blood." Zhang Fuyun gently pulled his hand and motioned for him to go into the room.

On weekdays, Xiao Yanjing is not less injured, some of them are caused by his naughty jumping up and down, and some of them are beaten by the current head of the Yan family, that is, Yan Jing's father Yan Weizhi himself, so Jing's mother has prepared injury medicine all year round.

Yan Jing walked into the room "obediently" according to Zhang Fuyun's strength, and asked softly, "Aunt Zhang, where is my mother?"

"Since you rushed out in anger the day before yesterday, Madame has followed you out because she was worried about you."

Yan Jing was stunned for a moment, and the pitiful expression on his face suddenly didn't stop, and he asked hurriedly, "But I haven't seen her!" She hasn't returned today?"

"She sent someone to send a message yesterday evening, saying that she didn't find you and was going to go back to her mother's house to have a look, she thought you had been wronged, and maybe you might go to Feng's house."

Yan Jing breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment he couldn't help but pout, his mother was not there, I am afraid he would really have to run away.

The old stubborn behind him could come in at any moment and kick him a few more times!

Thinking of this, Yan Jing couldn't sit still, but Zhang Fuyun had already brought the medicine box, and his face was full of worry.

As soon as Yan Jing's butt left his seat, he sat down a little awkwardly.

However, as soon as he applied the medicine, Yan Jing immediately bared his teeth in pain: "Ouch, Aunt Zhang, you light! It hurts me to death!"

It's not that he's pretending to be miserable, he's really hurting.

"Little master, this is a bruise caused by spiritual power, ordinary wound medicine treats the symptoms but not the root cause, if you ......" Zhang Fuyun sighed, wanting to say something.

However, Yan Jing immediately interrupted her: "Aunt Zhang, don't come and persuade me to practice too! Even if the master dies of pain, he will never repair it! Ouch - aunt, you lighten up, it really hurts!"

"......" Zhang Fuyun couldn't argue with the ghost spirit of his little master, so he could only give up lobbying, and the strength of his subordinates was light and light.

However, Yan Jing still broke out in a cold sweat in pain, and in the end, the whole person was a lot weaker, and his thin body was a little trembling.

Yan Jing's physical fitness is definitely the bottom of the Yan family, the Lingwu family.

"Little master, you just listen to Aunt Zhang's persuasion and be soft with the head of the family, although the head of the family is ruthless this time, how can the father and son have an overnight feud!"

Yan Jingyan frowned and snorted old-fashionedly: "Where is he angry, he just wants to teach me a lesson when he takes the opportunity!"

I just thought the yard was good, and I roasted a pheasant there, took a nap, and I didn't touch anything else! I don't know how many times I've done this, he's never asked, but this time he hit someone! Even his mother was innocently angered by him, and he was simply an old stubborn who practiced so much that he didn't recognize his six relatives!"

"What else do you say to offend the Patronus, which patronus saint? The yard was so empty that I couldn't even hear a cricket, so the ghosts would live there!"

Zhang Fuyun's eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly waved his hand frantically, looking anxious: "Little master, this can't be nonsense!"

"Where do I have Hu-" Before Yan Jing could finish his unconvinced words, the door of the room suddenly shook, and then a cold wind blew in, and some fine leaves fell in.

Yan Jing stood on his hair for a moment.

The instinct to fight with his father all the year round made him roll over and get out of bed, and went straight to the window to escape.

However, in the next moment, the extremely slender blades that had just fallen to the ground were quickly strung together and turned into a long chain of green leaves.

Then he quickly pulled Yan Jing's body on the edge of the window to the ground, and made a "bang" sound, and Yan Jing snorted in pain.

Zhang Fuyun exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly ran forward-

The "chains" spread out and floated quietly around Yan Jing.

However, the green leaf was already thin and tough, and he didn't have the strength to pull him off the ground just now

Any joking, so Yan Jing's clothes were cut in that short period of time, and blood oozed from his bruised skin!

Fortunately, the green leaves were withdrawn quickly, otherwise cutting into Yan Jing's delicate skin and flesh would only be a matter of blink of an eye.

Yan Jing had just been drugged and grinned in pain, but at this moment, several blood lines had been added to his body, but he didn't say a word, but his face was distorted for a moment.

He turned over and climbed up with the strength of Zhang Fuyun, and the green leaves were eyeing him around, and he knew that he couldn't escape.

Turning around, he stared viciously at the head of the Yan family who stepped in from the door, his father was only knowledgeable.

Yan Weizhi was born with an extremely serious appearance, and he was in a bad mood at the moment, and he was even more vicious.

"It seems that I really took you lightly to make you so ignorant." Yan Weizhi said in a deep voice.

Yan Jing stared at him deadly, and when he heard the words, he was stirred up again: "You are still light? You might as well just kill me!"

"You still don't think you're wrong?"

Yan Jing gritted his teeth fiercely, knowing that his father had just heard his words, so he also broke the can and fell: "What's wrong with me? What is the Raushzi Patron Saint, I think you are cultivating immortals and cultivating demons!"

Zhang Fuyun was shocked, didn't care that he still had injuries on his body, and stepped forward to hug him.

Then he covered his mouth and said urgently, "Little master, don't say it! The head of the family, the little young master is young, and he was injured again this time, so it is inevitable that he will speak a little rushed, don't worry about him!"

While persuading Yan Weizhi, she hid Yan Jing behind her.

However, Yan Jing is also stubborn, at this moment, under the gaze of Yan Weizhi, how can he be willing to show weakness in the slightest? So he used all his strength in his hands and tried to push Zhang Fuyun away.

However, the other person was too small, and he was injured on his body, and his strength was even weaker, and he didn't push away Zhang Fuyun, who was dedicated to protecting the lord, after pushing for a long time.

His little face was flushed, and he even felt even more humiliating than being pulled down the window on the spot.

Yan Weizhi looked at his embarrassment coldly: "Do you feel how weak you are? When that kid from the Kong family was ten years old, he was already able to advance to the second order, and it was easy to fly the eaves and walk the walls, but you couldn't even push an ordinary woman away."

Yan Weizhi's words seemed to have a stimulating effect on Yan Jing, and Yan Jing struggled even more in Zhang Fuyun's arms in an instant.

His wounds cracked open, staining Zhang Fuyun's clothes red, afraid that Yan Jing's injuries would worsen, Zhang Fuyun couldn't help but let go.

Yan Jing staggered out of her arms and ran out, barely able to stabilize her body by holding on to the wall.

However, he didn't want to show weakness at all, and glared at Yan Weizhi "fiercely": "Then you go to find Nakong as soon as possible to be your son!"

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Zhang Fuyun glanced at Yan Weizhi with some embarrassment, with her identity, it was really difficult to intervene in the grievances between their father and son.

"You go out first." Yan Weizhi rubbed the corners of his forehead and said to Zhang Fuyun.

The latter glanced at him, and then looked at Xiao Yanjing worriedly, a little hesitant.

Yan Jing took a breath, smiled at her reluctantly, and said a much softer: "Aunt Zhang, go out first, don't worry about me."

"Little master, talk to the head of the family, don't be angry." Zhang Fuyun persuaded softly, and then slowly walked out, giving up the space to the father and son.

Yan Weizhi found a chair and sat down, looking at Yan Jing who was like a stubborn donkey, and was a little tired.

After a pause, Yan Weizhi said softly, "Come here."

This could already be regarded as his softness, but what Yan Jing hated the most was his high-minded appearance, and he didn't pay attention to him at all.

A pair of smart eyes constantly observe the surroundings, still looking for a place to escape.

Yan Weizhi closed his eyes, endured the anger in his heart to continue to teach people, and with a flick of his sleeves, a spiritual power grabbed Yan Jing and brought people directly to him.

Yan Jing's little face turned ugly all of a sudden, and he didn't beg for mercy, but just kept struggling.

Yan Weizhi was probably afraid that he would run away, and the spiritual power that imprisoned him has not been dispersed.

Seeing that Yan Jing's wound was getting more and more serious, Yan Weizhi raised his right hand, and the wood spiritual power was gently sent into Yan Jing's wound and slowly treated him.

He majored in attack rather than healing, and was clearly not skilled at healing.

But Yan Jing is a person who eats soft and not hard, snorted and turned his face away, but the movement of the struggle was smaller.

A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, Yan Jing convinces himself in this way.

Yan Weizhi didn't speak, and after about ten minutes, the wounds on Yan Jing's body that were cut by the spirit plant, and the bruises that he had beaten with his spiritual power in the past two days had almost disappeared.

The spiritual power that imprisoned Yan Jing dispersed, Yan Jing didn't stand firmly, and sat on the ground.

Yan Jing was used to falling, but he didn't feel anything, so he stood up, pretending to bow his head and pat his clothes without speaking.

I didn't see the worry in Yan Weizhi's eyes.

"Your mother has returned to Feng's house, you can go over today, she has been worried about you a lot in the past two days." Yan Weizhi's voice was a little indifferent, and he was unhappy in his heart when he heard it.

"Just go, you think I want to stay at Yan's house!" Yan Jing rolled his eyes and replied disdainfully.

Yan Weizhi didn't seem to be too lazy to care about him, and waved his hand: "Then get out, Lao Tzu doesn't want to see you like a ghost."

These words were no longer painful for Yan Jing, and the little "goodwill" he had just raised was quickly extinguished.

The wounds on his body that had hindered his movement for the past two days had healed, and he snorted and ran away without looking back.

Yan Weizhi sat on the chair expressionlessly, and when Yan Jing walked away, he hit a spiritual power in the dark.

Two figures silently appeared in front of him.

"Follow him quietly, wait until you get to the Feng family, and you will come back after Madam picks him up." Yan Weizhi said lightly.

"Yes!" The two of them received the order, saluted, and then disappeared in place.

Yan Weizhi's eyes were heavy, and his figure disappeared from the chair.

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The next moment, his figure appeared in another courtyard of the Yan family's old mansion.

The courtyard is divided into two floors, inside and outside.

The outer layer is covered with tall and lush trees, and the clean and beautiful stones pave a path into the inner courtyard, surrounded on both sides by flowers and verdant blades of grass.

This place is more exquisite than any place in the Yan's mansion, but if you ask a random Yan family to ask, they will definitely have no impression of it.

This is a courtyard that exists in the Yan family, but only the masters of the Yan family in the past generations know about it, and the inside and outside have been reinforced with many formations, just to be able to hide from everyone's eyes.

However, the little young master of the Yan family, the day before yesterday, without his own consciousness, passed through the formation, and also lit a fire on the outer layer and roasted a pheasant.