With an immature cry, Yun Ye made a sword move and hit Zhou Yan's wrist.

Yun Ye, who was in front of Yun Xingchen, squinted his deep and cold eyes in the middle of the day, and the light in his eyes was like frost, which made people's hearts cold.

Rubbing his swollen wrist, Zhou Yan was not angry, but nodded firmly.

"This look is exactly the same as when the prince was angry."

Even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu came today, they also decided that the three little guys in front of them were the species of the prince.

"Does it hurt for the little guy to beat someone, where did he learn from?"

Yun Ye, who was guarding his sister, just looked coldly at the group of people in front of him, and the look in his eyes seemed to say, I want to know the name of the master, defeat him.

"Interesting, it's the first time I've seen such an interesting child, practicing tricks?"

Zhou Yan, the guard of the Night King's Mansion, pulled out his sword, but he stuck the drawn sword on the ground and held the scabbard as a weapon with his backhand.

"Little guy, don't say that your uncle bullies you, you can withstand my three moves, what do you want Uncle to buy you."

"Heh~"

A smile that was more indifferent than the eyes appeared on the corner of his lips.

Yunye struck first and rushed towards Zhou Yan at an extremely fast speed.

Zhou Yan just had a playful mentality with a five-year-old naughty boy, just like accompanying a child to play a house wine.

But who knows, when the wooden sword docked with the hilt, the tiger's mouth where he held the hilt was numb.

Immediately after, Yun Ye took advantage of his size to paced behind Zhou Yan, and the wooden sword in his hand hit the adult man's back of the heart again, and Zhou Yan, who was in pain, grinned out with his teeth.

"Whew~~~ It hurts, it hurts, you little cub has a dead hand."

"If it weren't for the wooden sword in my hand, you would have died long ago."

The breeze was blowing, and Yun Ye, who was standing with a sword, raised his head, and his posture of being arrogant and arrogant was domineering and arrogant.

No one had imagined that such an adjective would be used in a five-year-old child.

"Interesting, since that's the case, uncle, I have to take it seriously."

Zhou Yan finally noticed that the little boy in front of him was unusual, put away the hippie smile that had just been hanging, and began to look serious.

Facing the tall and strong guards of the Night King's Mansion, the little child in blue spoke again in a cold voice.

"You're not my opponent."

"Little pot friend, don't say it too early."

With an angry shout, the two men rushed forward.

Adults beating children is nothing more than a slap in the face in the eyes of others, but this is not the case.

Looking at the big and small ones who had not yet won or lost more than a dozen moves in front of them, the guards of the Night King's Mansion were amazed that a five or six-year-old child had such unfathomable martial arts, and they were also busy opening the candy skin in their hands, and feeding Yun Xingchen one candy after another.

"Little cutie, your brother is very rampant."

"Hmph, my second brother is super powerful, I want to eat that strawberry berry candy."

Yun Xingchen pointed to the candy in the pink candy paper, and his eyes were buli

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G's bright and cute guards didn't want it, and hurriedly opened the strawberry-flavored candy and fed it to Yun Xingchen, for fear that it would be a moment too late to make the little ancestor unhappy.

"It's like eating some flavor of candy, uncle."

"Go aside, come, see Uncle bought you a sugar gourd."

Zhou Yan and Yun Ye were inseparable from each other, and the fight was dusty, but the guards of the Night King's Mansion didn't care whether Zhou Yan was dead or alive at all, and they all turned into feeders, candy and sugar gourds one by one.