Zaizai, who wanted to come over and swallow it in one gulp, was stunned.
Huo Sijin also looked embarrassed, but he was young after all. He seemed as cold as Mr. Huo Daba, but in fact he was extremely soft at heart.
Especially when the tears from the kid holding his neck fell and the burning sensation on his neck reminded him of the time when his mother was still there, when he was only in his teens and his two younger brothers were still young.
When his mother occasionally goes out, he will take care of his two younger brothers with his aunt at home. When his two younger brothers can look for him, they usually don't go to the aunt.
Especially when he is sleepy or hungry and not very good at talking yet, he will cry like this with tears in his eyes, hugging his neck and shouting for his mother.
Huo Sijin touched the head of the little devil that was hugging his neck like an octopus. The little devil's hair was so thin and soft that it should still be lanugo hair.
He pursed his lips, squatted down and looked at Zai Zai, who was already in front of him, with his eyes level with Zai Zai.
"Zai Zai, they..."
The dumbfounded Zaizai finally came to his senses, and at a glance he could see the distress and nostalgia in his elder brother's eyes, which made the little guy even more confused.
"Brother, are they really your babies?"
Huo Sijin: "..."
Huo Sijin laughed and touched Zaizai's little head.
"No, just looking at them, the eldest brother thought that when the eldest brother's mother was still there, your second brother and third brother were still young, and they were as cute as they cried."
Zaizai Xiaochuang waved his hand, and the three bastards who pretended to be good were revealed in an instant.
Their faces were pale and pale, their pupils pitch black and unfocused, only a terrifying and sinister aura surging.
And the big tears that overflowed from the eyes were drop after drop of blood.
Huo Sijin: "..."
The three little devils saw that the cruel little sister was not happy with them, and they no longer dared to hold on to the big brother's thigh or neck and pretend to be good.
In a flash, Huo Sijin got off the body, and the three little ones lined up in a row and knelt down neatly in front of Zaizai with a snap.
"嘤嘤嘤~~~"
The cubs bared their teeth, and the cubs were fierce and fierce.
"...If you cry again, I will swallow you three in one go!"
The three little devils made three squeaking noises and covered their little mouths one after another.
Blood and tears rolled in his eyes, dripping silently.
Zaizai looked at it and continued to be fierce.
"...No blood beads are allowed!"
The three little devils quickly raised their little hands to cover their eyes. Bloody tears were about to fall from their eyes. The little guy was trembling with fright. He quickly caught it with his chubby hands, looked around and didn't know where to put it, and finally stuffed it directly. In his own mouth.
Huo Sijin couldn't help it and laughed.
Zaizai looked around, looking left and right, and saw one of Yan Shimin's arms from the crack of bricks in the distance. She ran over, hissed and tore off the shirt on Yan Shimin's arm, and then He ran back.
The little girl's voice is still fierce, and her cheeks are bulging.
"Raise your head, I'll wipe it for you!"
Crying with a face like a tabby cat, sending him to the underworld will not scare the serious residents of the underworld, but it will scare the uncle who is about to come here.
Yes.
Huo Chenhui hugged his youngest son and followed Yan Xuling, less than 20 meters away from the Yan family's ancestral temple.
The loud noise coming from the front yard was not heard. It was the alarm outside the ancestral temple that went off.
Yan Xu made the old god feel at ease, thinking that his eldest son and the Nine-Headed Bird had succeeded, and then deliberately pressed the alarm.
In order for the Nine-Headed Bird to completely control Ming Zaizai, he even delayed for a while after Huo Chenhui heard the alarm and stood up.
It wasn't until he noticed that the entire Yan family's old house protection formation was broken, and there was a dark cloud hanging over the ancestral temple, and it seemed that countless evil ghosts were coming out uncontrollably that he finally realized something was wrong.
At the same time, Yan Xuling's brother Yan Xuwei came angrily and cursed at him.
"Yan Xuling, what other evil things have you done using the ancestral temple?"
Yan Xuling pushed him away: "Get out of the way! The ancestral tablets have fallen. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you now!"
Yan Xuwei was stunned for a moment when he heard the memorial tablets of his ancestors. Seeing Yan Xuling running towards the backyard in a hurry, he quickly followed suit.
Huo Chenhui held his youngest son in his arms and pursed his lips, then took a step forward with his long legs and strode to follow.
When he reached the deepest part of the fourth courtyard and passed through a hanging flower gate, Huo Chenhui was shocked when he saw that the collapsed wall was still crooked and even cracked the tablets of the ancestors of the Yan family.
When Zaizai noticed that his uncle and others were coming, he grabbed the three little devils with his chubby hand and decisively grabbed them into his palm.
Tuanba Tuanba, put it in your trouser pocket.
Huo Sijin understood the little guy's meaning almost instantly, which was to prevent the Yan family from discovering the existence of these three brats.
So when he saw Yan Xu Ling rushing in with a sinister look on his face, Huo Sijin quickly spoke out.
"Mr. Yan, it's bad, Mr. Yan Shimin was trapped by the collapsed wall."
Yan Xuling, who saw his ancestral tablets shattered on the ground, originally wanted to angrily scold his eldest son for what he did, but he couldn't calm down after hearing Huo Sijin's words.
"What did you say?"
Zaizai stuffed half of the nine-headed bird soul he was holding in his other hand into his other trouser pocket and pointed to the side of the collapsed wall.
"Hey, Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan Shimin is being held down over there."
He quickly looked at the little Siheng zombie, and then made a milky sound to replenish his milk.
"Look... it was... the car hit the wall... and buried Mr. Yan Shimin alive!"
Huo Chenhui had no sympathy for Yan Shimin who was buried alive, and even wanted to laugh when he heard what the three children said.
He followed up with a casual touch: "Mr. Yan, let me hit 120 for you and see if I can save you."
Yan Xuling: "..."
Yan Xuling was extremely angry.
The Huo family came prepared and even destroyed their Yan family's ancestral temple. This is a sworn hatred.
While he called the bodyguards who were following him to rescue his eldest son, he quietly activated other formations arranged at the ancestral temple.
Seeing that he was still in the mood to think about other things, Yan Xuwei was so angry that he stamped his feet and hurriedly checked on his nephew.
Zaizai saw it and asked him cutely with his big eyes blinking.
"Mr. Yan, do you still have a lot of delicious food here?"
Yan Xuling: "..."
Zai Zai pointed to the tablet that was shattered on the floor: "Many, many evil spirits were suppressed over there. Although they were placed a bit deep, they were all eaten by Zai Zai. If you have anything else, let them out together. Zaizai will eat them all for you."
Yan Xuling couldn't believe it: "You... ate all those... under the tablet?"
Zaizai smiled and nodded, his voice was particularly cheerful.
"Yes~ Mr. Yan, are there any more?"
Yan Xuling's voice was trembling.
"That...that..."
Just when he was about to ask the nine-headed bird, his sense came back and he shut up immediately.
Can't mention the nine-headed bird!
If Emperor Fengdu knew that the Yan family was cooperating with the Nine-Headed Bird, even if the book of life and death indicated that they could live a hundred or two hundred years by changing their fate, with the stroke of Emperor Fengdu's pen, they would have to report to the underworld immediately.
Realizing this, Yan Xuling did not dare to activate other formations.
The nine-headed bird disappeared without a trace, and the Yan family's mystical arts alone could not defeat the Ming Zaizai in front of them.
She is the prince of the underworld, and she is not a human being in the first place. Killing her would be equivalent to sending her back to her hometown, but she is still alive and kicking1
Yan Xuling, who has lived for more than fifty years, has always been lawless and self-centered. For the first time in his life, he was so aggrieved that he almost exploded.
Ming Zaizai!
Ming Zaizai!
