"Well said, but Brother Han, how do you know that I will swallow my anger and not avenge my heavens? Do you know how much of an obstacle you will bring to my plan by yelling so much tonight?"

The majestic momentum swept out, Yan Nanyuan carried his hands behind his back, and the perseverance and confidence in his eyes erupted. It is similar to the previous demeanor.

"Ginger is still old and spicy after all!"

Yan Batian, who was in the coffin, gave his father a thumbs up. Showing the enemy weakness, making the enemy think that he has succumbed, giving a fatal blow if he neglects to take precautions, and making the enemy happy and sad, this is the royal way to defeat the strong with the weak.

He was depressed in his own home, just to numb the spies of the Xiong family who had infiltrated the Yan Mansion. If you think that your family is monolithic and doesn't have any precautions, then this family is really not far from extinction.

When scanning the Yan Mansion with his divine sense, Yan Batian found an extremely abnormal phenomenon. His bones are not cold, but the mistress of the family, who is his mother Yun Yingyue, has never appeared in the mansion, doesn't this in itself illustrate a very clear question?

The son's body has just been buried, but the mother has left home and is missing, so there can only be one explanation, this mother-like rescuer has gone.

But what kind of powerful foreign aid will this little Yan family have? A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, why did this little Yan Batian's mother never mention her maiden family since she was a child? Isn't it quite abnormal that she has never talked about what happened before she married into the Yan family?

"It's getting more and more interesting, this little Yan Batian's Yan family, it seems that there are still some secrets. Since I have occupied your physical body, then let me settle the grievances of your life for you! From now on, you are me, and I am you. Since God has made the two of us destined to become one person, then I will follow the will of Heaven to complete the unfinished business in the past and present lives!"

The thread-like mana flows slowly in a complex route in the tiny veins, intermittent, but never stopping. Two weeks later, Yan Batian, who had been treating this physical body, finally regained some strength, raised his hand with difficulty, and slowly moved the coffin lid that had not yet been nailed to his feet.

"This body-breaking qualification is really not ordinarily bad! It's so hard to heal!"

Yan Batian, who was secretly complaining, finally saw a glimmer of light in front of him, and at the same time, the ten fingers of both hands directly hooked the coffin lid.

Hearing the fierce conversation between the uncle and her father in the Yan Mansion compound, Yan Feiyan couldn't help but want to go out of the room and help the uncle. In her young mind, the elder brother who usually took her around to play and knew that she was willing to accompany her to practice ordinary secular martial arts because she had no spiritual root and could not practice immortal arts, was closer than her parents.

Yan Feiyan, who has practiced secular martial arts since childhood, although she does not have the ability to fly to the sky and escape like a monk, and she can kill countless so-called first-class masters in the world in seconds as soon as her mana comes out, but she is also neat and strong. As soon as her feet moved, the next moment her delicate and immature body appeared in front of the door, and Ying Ying's thin waist swayed, and she wanted to open the door and run out of the house.

At this moment, the sound of wooden planks grinding behind her made her stop suddenly. Turning around, he stared at the coffin with wide eyes and horror. The lid of the coffin, which had not yet been nailed to the lid, was now moved in the direction of the foot, and then ten pale fingers stretched out to hold the coffin board.

Seeing this strange thing, Rao is Yan Feiyan was born in a family of cultivating immortals, and she was used to hearing the strange deeds of the immortal cultivation world, and she couldn't help but be shocked and retreated.

Immediately, the bright eyes shone with joy, and the childish and delicate duck egg face immediately became ecstatic.

"Dad, uncle, stop arguing, come in and see! Brother Deception, Brother Deception, Brother Batian, he has been resurrected!"

The ecstatic expression could not be concealed, Yan Feiyan quickly moved forward, pushed open the coffin lid, and saw her brother lying flat in the coffin, panting heavily, because of the cold, his breath was also with bursts of white mist. Although I had expected it, I couldn't help but be ecstatic when I saw my brother come back to life.

The autumn water eyes like black pearls in the blue water stared at Yan Batian tightly without blinking, and the moment he saw him, tears of joy mixed with grievances hazy Yan Feiyan's eyes, and in an instant, tears rolled down like pearls with broken threads.

"Yan'er, Brother Batian is not dead, why are you crying instead?

Yan Batian, who was gently helped by Yan Feiyan from the coffin, stroked her long shawl hair like a cloud, and the corners of her mouth hooked up with doting love.

Hearing Yan Batian's soft and reproachful words, Yan Feiyan not only did not stop her tears, but even cried loudly.

This earth-shattering cry made Yan Batian feel a cold chill from the tail vertebrae to the back of his head, how sad and aggrieved it must be to cry so heartbreakingly.

This kind of bone-piercing chill, even if he was besieged by a cultivator of the same rank who was several times his size, Yan Batian had never had it.

"Yan'er, don't worry, let your brother make the decision for you! Don't cry, if you hurt your charming autumn eyes because of tears, my brother doesn't like it!"

comforting Yan Feiyan, who was rubbing her teary eyes, Yan Batian deliberately straightened her face.

Hearing Yan Batian say this, Yan Feiyan laughed out loud, and then gradually stopped her sadness.

"Don't like me, I know that even if Yan'er is blind from crying, Brother Batian likes it too!"

Outside the house, Yan Feiyan's voice was like a magpie announcing the good news, and the two brothers who were still arguing in the compound immediately died down. Hearing the whispers in the house, the two of them rushed towards the room where Yan Batian's coffin was stopped.

Yan Nanyuan, who rushed into the room, saw his pair of children, one standing next to the coffin, the other sitting in the coffin, talking and laughing in a low voice, although the scene looked weird, but it was a happy scene. For a moment, he, a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, didn't believe his eyes.

rubbed a pair of tiger eyes vigorously, and after staring at it, he believed that the scene in front of him was not an illusion. In the eyes of Yan Nanyuan, who had lost his beloved son, he couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

Afraid that his children would see him crying, Yan Nanyuan immediately turned his back and used his mana to dry his tears. Looking back, he returned to his original unsmiling, dignified and dignified appearance of a strict father.

"Hahaha! I knew that your little bastard wouldn't be easily beaten to death by Xiong Qixuan's kid, and accepted this lesson, see if you still dare to hang your son, don't cultivate well!"

Yan Nanhan, who finally entered the room, was full of smiles on his face, and immediately made fun of Yan Batian.