When Qing Yinan was still in infancy, the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen of Heaven noticed something unusual.

In his sleep, his face would turn pale from time to time, and he would sweat profusely.

This is a serious phenomenon for a small baby who is not yet able to walk.

However, no matter how the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen of Heaven used their spiritual power to investigate the internal light, they could not see the slightest problem.

But the day is very normal, eat and sleep well, and the body is still very good, so the emperor and queen of heaven gradually let go of their hanging hearts.

I thought it was nothing serious, but after he could speak, a big thing happened.

When he had fallen asleep that day, he suddenly sat up from his bed.

The waiting fairies were quietly guarding in front of the door at the moment, and after listening to the movement, they walked in.

I thought that His Royal Highness might be hungry and thirsty, so I thought about getting him some food and coaxed him to sleep.

Who knew that as soon as he walked in, a powerful spiritual power attacked the fairy.

As a fairy who attends her, her cultivation is naturally not low.

But after dodging one, he was hit directly by the next one on the spiritual platform, and he died on the spot.

The fairy, who had not yet had time to enter the door, immediately screamed.

The Emperor of Heaven and the Queen of Heaven hurriedly arrived, thinking that their son had been injured by the gangsters, but they saw Qing Yinan lying on the neck of the fairy who had already died, and he made a sound.

His eyes were red, like a demon, and he sucked the blood of the people on earth.

The Emperor of Heaven was shocked and grabbed him from the ground.

His fleshy calves kicked wildly, the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood, and his little hands were scratching around with deep spiritual power, wanting to give the person in front of him a blow.

The Emperor's eyes sank, and a ball of light suddenly rose in his hand, and suddenly pressed into the child's spiritual platform.

Qing Yinan, who was roaring and struggling, suddenly quieted down, his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping.

The Queen of Heaven sobbed and took the child from the Emperor's hand, swept away the blood stains on his body, and gently patted his back.

The next day, the fairies who served Qing Yinan were all brand new faces, and as for the old people, they had long since disappeared.

I don't know if it was the spiritual power of the Emperor of Heaven that played a role, Qing Yinan never had the same situation again, but he cried at night from time to time, as if he was struggling and resisting.

This was originally a secret of the Heavenly Family, but the Emperor and Queen of Heaven could not do anything, and as a last resort, the Emperor of Heaven summoned the Taishang Laojun.

Taishang Laojun is worthy of being the holy hand of heaven, and he actually suppressed Qing Yinan's illness.

The days of onset are also getting longer and longer, the onset time is getting shorter, and the pain is getting lighter.

Seeing that his son was getting better day by day, the Emperor and Queen of Heaven were very pleased.

But at the same time, the Emperor of Heaven also had a lot of doubts in his heart, why children and children had such powerful spiritual power.

Later, Qing Yinan gradually grew up, and in the eyes of the Emperor of Heaven, his spiritual power and cultivation inherited his talent, but he couldn't say that he was not very talented, and the original doubts gradually dissipated.

For so many years, Qing Yinan knew that he would get sick from time to time, but it was also under his control.

But today, it was a bit unexpected.

The originally gentle breath in the room suddenly became extremely cold, and the ground and bed, except for him and Qingluan, were covered with a layer of frost.

His face, which had been slightly flushed with excitement, turned extremely pale, but his eyes were red, and beads of sweat the size of beans soaked from his forehead.

He stared at Qingluan in front of him, hugging her tightly and his hands were bulging.

"I want her!, I want her!", a voice came to mind.

"No, you can't do that, you're going to hurt her!", another voice argued.

"She'll be your person sooner or later, and it's going to be the same at all times!".

"No, it's her heart that you want to get, not her person!".

"What is not hearty, no one is human, the most important thing is to be happy!".

"No, you can't do that, you love her, you can't do that!".

He gritted his teeth, his body trembled, and the voice in his head grew louder and louder.

"You're a coward!"

"No, you're the strong!".

"When you look back and wait for her to become someone else's woman, it's too late for you to regret it!".

"No, what you want is love, love is not harm!".

Qing Yinan's head hurt as if it was about to crack, and he raised a hand fiercely and slammed it towards his temple.

Suddenly, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

His eyes were still firmly glued to Qingluan's body, and his trembling body calmed down slightly.

His eyes were not as red as Fang Cai, as if the blood in his eyes was flowing down the corners of his mouth.

He looked at her deeply, gently.

The hand caressed Qingluan's face, rubbing it softly.

Qing Yinan leaned down and kissed Qingluan lightly on the lips.

Disappeared into the room in a moment.

The frost melted and the room warmed up.

The little blood stains on the corners of Qingluan's mouth slowly dried up.

After Qing Yinan came out of the room, he went straight to Lao Jun's house.

Lao Jun was breathing at this time, and was startled when he saw Qing Yinan rushing into the room.

Just as he was about to get up to greet him, he saw him fall straight to the ground, his eyes closed, and his body convulsed.

Lao Jun hurriedly stepped forward, his hand covering his pulse.

"Oh no!", my heart suddenly lifted.

Lao Jun hurriedly helped Qing Yinan to sit up, his hands were sealed behind him, and a large amount of spiritual power drilled into Qing Yinan's body.

But the spiritual power that had not entered was like being blocked, and it slowly leaked out of him.

Qing Yinan's convulsions became more and more urgent, and the green tendons on his forehead seemed to burst.

The blood from the corners of his mouth bubbled out one after another.

Seeing that the spiritual power could not be infused, Lao Jun immediately propped up an enchantment and circled his own and Qing Yinan.

He took out a slap-square brocade box from the Qiankun bag in his arms.

The box is embroidered with dense Sanskrit characters, and a little cinnabar in the middle is brightly lit.

Taishang Laojun pointed to the brocade box and recited the words in his mouth, and opened it without hesitation after reading, and it was filled with transparent chips that shimmered with light.

With a flick of his finger, the chips flew up and covered the barrier.

"Definitely!".

Taishang Laojun shouted.

The chip suddenly burst into a dazzling light, like the scorching sun at noon, making people dare not look directly.

Qing Yinan was suddenly illuminated by the strong light, and his body shrank slightly.

The heavy breath slowed down, and the raised green tendons gradually flattened.

Seeing this, Lao Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

But in an instant, Qing Yinan's whole body became red, he suddenly opened his eyes, and let out a long roar.

"Ahh

The powerful and unwilling spiritual power in his body leaked out like an explosion, like an explosion.

The enchantment was shattered by the powerful spiritual power, and Taishang Laojun was hit and flew out, hit the wall of the room, and fell down quickly.

Everything around them turned into dust in an instant, and puffs of dust and smoke rose.

And Qing Yinan, who was the initiator, fell softly on the ground, as if asleep.

His face faded from pale, gradually became ruddy, and his frowning brows gradually relaxed.

Lao Jun endured the sharp pain in his chest, got up from the ground, walked to Qing Yinan's side, took out an elixir from his arms, and fed him it.

After doing this, he seemed to be exhausted and fainted to the ground.

The night was still dark, and the stars were shining.