"Master, my subordinates have received news from Yaowang Valley."
In Ren Junxing's elegant room, a man in black robes stood in front of the window, wearing a cloak and looking downstairs.
The silver half mask was glowing with cold light, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Only those eyes were like a sunless abyss, soaked in coldness.
Soon, the figure of a man leading a child into the street appeared in the man's eyes.
In the crowded streets, a crow-green woman walked out of his peripheral vision. He had not noticed it, nor would he notice such a "passerby".
"The reply from Yaowang Valley is to ask the master to agree to a request, so that he can send someone out to treat him."
The man responded softly, his voice without warmth and cold to the bone: "Since I have made a condition, let the King of Medicine come to see you."
He turned around and took off his cloak with his bony hands.
The silver hair looks even colder in the sunlight.
"yes."
There were no other people around, and the room was extremely quiet.
Just like him, he is so quiet and depressing.
At that time, the streets and alleys of Dawei became more and more lively.
Today is the annual Daughter's Day of the Wei Dynasty, commemorating the 200,000 founding female soldiers who died in battle during the founding of the country.
There are singing and dancing parades, the streets are crowded with people, and lights are lit up into the sky during the day.
"My little ancestor, look at the way you look and the clothes you choose. All the little boys in the street are wearing the same clothes as you. How can I explain to the master if you get lost later?"
On the street, Eleven squatted down while talking, and patted the shoulder of the little baby eating candied haws behind him: "Why don't you ride up? You have to come out to join in the fun at this time. It's so nice in a restaurant, why don't you follow me?" Like a bean, when you raise your head you can only see other people’s heels.”
After saying that, no movement was seen from the person behind him for a long time.
Eleven turned his head, saw behind him, and was paralyzed with fear: "There's...there's a person!"
His cold sweat broke out instantly.
"Little ancestor! Why do you like to make jokes like this? Come out quickly, I'm going to tell your mother!"
Looking at this crowded place, there are people around Shiyi.
Thinking that Jing Yun had made trouble before, he ran back home. Eleven had some experience, but he was still afraid.
There are so many people, and the child is lost...his master must not go crazy!
This child paid for it with his life!
"Have you seen the child behind me?" Eleven panicked.
At this time, Jing Yun himself didn't know where he was rushed by the crowd.
The child is short, and when he looks up, all he sees are human heels.
Now the whole Jinling City is bustling and noisy.
Jing Yun shouted twice, and the sound was like a pebble thrown into the sea, with no splash.
As soon as he took a step out, the blind adult knocked him out like a ball.
"ah!"
A scream made Jing Yun turn around in shock.
Then he saw that his two-eaten candied haws stick was poked into a man's butt!
"Who dared to poke me... Oh my little ancestor, why are you sitting on the ground!"
Just as Jing Yun was about to escape, there was a force behind him and he picked him up.
Turning around, what he saw was a tall man.
Before he could speak, he heard the person holding him look coldly at the innocent man who was poked by him, and scolded him coldly: "Lu He, didn't you tell the master that you should bring the little master out to see him?" see?"
Lu He?
Jing Yun pursed his lips and looked at the man named Lu He.
Lu He smiled coquettishly: "Didn't I buy a set of clothes like this for Yinger? He saw the excitement here and wanted to stay here to see it, right? Yinger..."
Before "Yinger" could say anything, he was hugged and turned around.
At this moment, just as Jing Yun was about to struggle, he was put on the carriage.
The horse suddenly moved. His feet were unsteady, and he almost fell down before he could clearly see the person inside.
Just as Jing Yun was shocked, his mother said that people with this disease cannot fall frequently, and it is easy to cause problems!
Just when Jing Yun thought he was about to die, a strong hand passed under his armpit and quickly helped him up.
Withdrawing his arm, Jing Yun followed his hand and looked over.
Then he saw the man sitting in the carriage owner's seat.
The whole body is filled with a sense of oppression, which is particularly breathtaking.
For a moment, he was so suffocated that he didn't dare to say a word, and even his heart beat faster.
Watching the man take off his mask, Jing Yun's dark eyes were fixed, and his heart was full of surprise.
This person is so good-looking, but...how...why is he so similar to me in an indescribable way?
Jing Yun was used to being the devil incarnate and was not afraid of people anywhere.
At this moment, like a mouse meeting a cat, or a thief being caught, he sat up straight unconsciously.
Yun Si had not listened to a lot of what Yun Si said to him before, but now she became particularly upright.
"Your Majesty, from now on, don't go to crowded places for the time being, and don't get angry. If you fall, your father will be distressed."
At this time, Huo Ying got on the carriage, comforted the "little prince" in a low voice, said "father", and glanced at the throne of honor.
Jing Yun frowned and looked over.
Father...
He lived for five years, and it was his mother who gave birth to him, but there was no father!
Meanwhile, the streets.
The boy, who looked exactly like Jing Yun, was pushed to the ground. His face turned pale in pain, but he couldn't bear to say anything.
A group of naughty children held hands and formed a circle. They were spinning around him and laughing: "The river is flowing, the weak boy has fallen down, and his mother has run away. Dad doesn't love him. He is so pitiful..."
The words "Mom ran away" almost instantly made the little boy on the ground turn cold.
Before anyone could finish singing such an insulting nursery rhyme, he stood up and grabbed one of the little boys by the neck before anyone could react.
With one exertion, the child's face instantly turned purple.
"You dare to insult my mother?"
The five-year-old child faced an ordinary child who was half a head taller than him. With a twist of strength, he directly pressed the person against the wall.
He didn't care whether the other person was alive or dead, and kept exerting force with his hands. The person who was pinching him began to roll his eyes.
A group of good-natured yet fearful children had never seen such a battle before and screamed in fright.
"Jing'er!"
At this moment, the woman running through the crowd quickly ran over and pulled Ying Di into her arms. At the same time, she pushed the pinched child, whose face turned purple, to the people behind her.
Ying Di frowned in displeasure, and just as he was about to raise his head from the woman's arms, the other woman's hair swept into his face.
The unprecedented warmth and soft embrace, as well as the vague fragrance on her body, instantly turned the fierceness and sharpness in Huo Yingdi's heart into dust and smoke.
The strange feeling continued to rise. For the first time, Ying Di obeyed someone.
"Do you know that strangling a person like this will strangle him to death? What mistake can a child make that is worthy of you doing this? Are you using what your Uncle Eleven taught you on these weaklings?"
This is not the first time Yun Si has scolded her child.
Jing Yun usually acts like a demon king.
But it is still a small fight, and there are countless.
Today, she saw with her own eyes that her son was trying to kill him!
Yun Si was shocked that a child could actually show such a strong anger.
