"What's the matter with Gao Xian's nephew?" An Lihui asked.

"Uncle An, I heard that Shuang'er was sick, so I specially invited a famous doctor to treat her. Gao Chonglong replied.

Jiang Chen frowned, Frost, Anshuang, or?

As soon as Gao Chonglong finished speaking, the black-robed man standing behind him walked forward.

"Uncle, this is the black-robed master, and he is an elder of Keqing who was invited by my father with a lot of money. Gao Chonglong stood up proudly and introduced.

"Oh, black-robed master, dare to ask where the master is from?" An Lihui became interested when he heard it.

"There is no door, no faction. The black robe's somewhat mechanical and indistinguishable voice made everyone a little stunned.

An Lihui hesitated a little, and glanced at Jiang Chen, who was holding a teacup: "This..."

"Rest assured, if you can't be treated, you won't be charged for the next visit, how about it?"

The black robe saw that An Lihui was a little hesitant, so he spoke.

"Yes, uncle, don't worry, this black-robed master is a guest of honor in our Gao family, and he will definitely be able to cure Shuang'er. ”

Gao Chonglong said a little impatiently.

An Lihui thought for a moment and looked at Jiang Chen and the black robe, he still didn't believe Jiang Chen.

So he arched his hand to the black robe and said, "Then trouble the master of the black robe to treat the little girl." ”

"The master of the An family doesn't have to be polite, and he is also entrusted by Young Master Gao. "The black robe returned a salute.

"Lao Li, I'll take the black-robed master for diagnosis and treatment first, you can wait here for a while, okay?" An Lihui said to his old friend.

"Lao An, you go first, your niece's body is the most important. Li Yanqing didn't say much when he saw this.

Seeing An Lihui walking towards the west wing with the black robe and others.

"Mr. Jiang, don't be surprised, this Lao An loves his daughter. Li Yanqing couldn't see any expression on Jiang Chen's face, and said helplessly.

"It's okay, I want to ask, is the daughter of this head of the An family called An Shuang?" Jiang Chenyun asked lightly.

Li Yanqing was about to answer when a two- or three-year-old girl rushed out from the back of the hall.

The little girl was wearing a pink and cute skirt, helping the two little ponytails argue, and her little face was pink and tender.

But the little face was a little frightened, and the little girl raised her eyes to look at the two people who were sitting.

With a whoosh, he ran to Jiang Chen's feet, and then hugged his calves.

Jiang Chen felt that the throbbing in the blood before was getting stronger and stronger at this time.

The throbbing of the blood is only found by relatives, and the closer it is to one's own blood relationship, the stronger the throbbing will be, but ordinary people can't feel it.

Jiang Chen looked at the little girl, hugged her, and then comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there is an uncle." ”

The little girl felt a burst of warmth, and then began to cry.

Jiang Chen only felt that her chest had been wet with her tears.

A middle-aged servant in a black uniform ran out of the back of the hall and quickly apologized: "Two guests, I'm sorry to disturb you." ”

"Xiwei, come, don't disturb the guests, let's go with Uncle Qing. "This self-proclaimed Uncle Qing is ready to come over and hug this little girl named Xiwei,

However, the little girl hugged Jiang Chen and ignored Uncle Qing.

"Sir, give me a hug of Xiwei. Uncle Qing had no choice but to say to Jiang Chen.

"No need, this little girl kisses me, just let me hug me for a while, you are busy with yours. Jiang Chen looked at Wei Wei with an amiable look.

"Well, sir, I'm leaving. Uncle Qing turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait. A cold voice came out of Jiang Chen's mouth. "What you're holding in your hand. ”

Uncle Qing was stunned for a moment, but out of politeness, he turned his head to Jiang Chen, took out the ring ruler in his hand, and said, "This is a ring ruler, which is specially used to whip the disobedient children in the family." ’

"Oh?" Jiang Chen suddenly thought that Xi Wei ran out in horror, and hurriedly pushed her skirt up.

I saw that there were several marks on Xiwei's back that were three centimeters wide and nearly five centimeters long.

After getting Xiwei's skirt right first, hugging Xiwei and patting her back, Jiang Chen glanced at Xiwei, who was asleep with a smile.

Then Jiang Chen's eyes began to turn red, and the murderous aura in his eyes suddenly turned into substance, piercing into Uncle Qing's body like a needle.

"Why did you hit her?" The murderous aura in Jiang Chen's eyes had spread throughout his body.

"Mr. Jiang, who are you?" Li Yanqing didn't know why, but when he saw Jiang Chen's eyes red, he hurriedly asked dissuasively.

"It's okay for you, just stay. Jiang Chen's murderous aura made Li Yanqing fall from a standing position to a chair.

"Why did you hit her?" Jiang Chen asked Uncle Qing again.

"Hmph, this gentleman, I am the servant of the An family, and I discipline the children in the family is authorized by the head of the family, what does it matter to you?"

Uncle Qing was originally shocked by Jiang Chen, but was interrupted by Li Yanqing, and he remembered that this was a home.

Jiang Chen held Xiwei with his left hand, and as soon as he raised his right hand, he grabbed Uncle Qing, and Uncle Qing hurriedly dodged.

Under Li Yanqing's gaze, Jiang Chen's movements were extremely slow, but Uncle Qing felt that Jiang Chen's hands were extremely fast.

Li Yanqing saw that Uncle Qing was not hiding, thinking that this was an old friend's house, and was ready to stand up to stop Jiang Chen's movements.

However, he obviously couldn't stand up, Jiang Chen's momentum had already pressed him to the chair.

So he hurriedly said, "Mr. Jiang, don't." ”

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Chen's hand grabbed Uncle Qing's neck.

At this time, An Lihui returned to the door of the living room and saw Uncle Qing being choked by the neck, but Li Yanqing was sitting motionless on the chair.

An Lihui watched the black robe treat his daughter in the west wing, and saw that his daughter's expression had recovered a little, so he ordered An Nanjing and An Nanxuan to take care of Gao Chonglong and come over to talk to Li Yanqing.

But as soon as I walked to the door of the hall, I saw this scene. So he shouted: "Jiang Chen, what are you doing here?"

"What am I going to do?" Jiang Chen turned his head to look at An Lihui: "I want to ask your servant what he wants to do?"

An Lihui saw that Jiang Chen's eyes were red, and he was still holding Xiwei with one hand, and he sighed in his heart.

At this time, Jiang Chen's killing intent had already filled the entire room, and An Lihui felt that the entire room was cold with one foot when he just stepped into the door.

"Jiang Chen, you quickly put Xiaoqing down for me. An Lihui shouted angrily.

"Oh, then I won't let go, what should you do?" Jiang Chen said, adding a little strength to his right hand.

"Uh-huh. Uncle Qing's face was flushed, and the green tendons on his head were also raised.

Seeing this, An Lihui rushed to Jiang Chen's side from the door, trying to rescue Uncle Qing from Jiang Chen's hands.

An Lihui punched Jiang Chen's right wrist, but he was also afraid of hurting Xiwei, so he didn't use much force.

However, Jiang Chen didn't care about An Lihui's shot, the corners of his mouth curled, and he pinched hard, knocking Uncle Qing to death.

At this time, An Lihui's fist hit Jiang Chen's right wrist, but he was instantly shocked back a few steps by the force of the shock.

"How is that possible?" An Lihui looked at Jiang Chen with a look of disbelief.

His innate strength in the late stage, against a seemingly ordinary person, did not hurt him, and he was shocked back a few steps.

Jiang Chen's wrist moved slightly, and he threw Uncle Qing out.

"Xiaoqing. An Lihui saw Jiang Chen throw Uncle Qing aside, thinking that he was dead, so he shouted bitterly and ran to Uncle Qing's side.

After all, the friendship between master and servant for many years still has some feelings.

"What the hell, he's not dead. Jiang Chen looked at An Lihui with a sad face speechlessly, but the murderous aura in his body also reined in.

"What?" An Lihui hurriedly used his hand to test Uncle Qing's snort, and he was relieved to feel Uncle Qing's faint snort.

Suddenly, An Lihui felt a chill in his back, and he remembered that Uncle Qing and he were both mid-innate strengths.

And Jiang Chen held Uncle Qing in his hand like a chicken, and now that he thinks about it, he is afraid for a while.

"Jiang Chen, you... Can you cultivate?" An Lihui really couldn't hide his feelings for Jiang Chen.

"Let's talk about whose daughter Xiwei is. Jiang Chen didn't want to answer him on the question of whether he could cultivate.

An Lihui sighed, helped Uncle Qing to the chair, and was about to speak.

A childish voice came from Jiang Chen's chest.

"Baba. ”

Jiang Chen held Xi Weiping up, looking at her not yet fully awake, rubbing her eyes in a bit of confusion, and muttering in her mouth: "Baba." ”