The four of them, Mr. Bai, Mr. Ji, followed Mr. Mo's line of sight, and at the same time saw one large and one small appearing silently at the entrance of the forbidden area.
Both of them were wearing red tops and pure white pants.
Jiu Feng's bright red shirt, which was stained with his own blood in Xiao San of the Yin Mansion, was now pink.
The pearly white trousers before have been replaced by pure white now. The whole person looks pink and white, with a flawless face, thin and long eyelashes, and a naturally smiling lip. He looks like he is in his twenties. But a pair of dark pupils makes people shudder.
Zaizai was held in his arms, wearing the same pink shirt with a little palace style, and the little white pants underneath with a flared hem.
The little guy was already chubby, white and tender. When his upper body was pink and white, his whole body looked rosy and his porcelain-white face seemed to be glowing.
The not too long braid was braided into two small twists by Jiu Feng. The small twists were also mixed with colorful ribbons, and the tail ends were raised high. It looked very playful, cute, and cute.
Coupled with Zaizai's big, dark, moist eyes, the whole little guy is not too eye-catching and instantly becomes the spotlight.
Jiufeng looked at everyone's expressions, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
Sure enough, in terms of dressing, he has to be Jiufeng!
Mr. Mo was the first to regain his composure. He ran towards Ming Zaizai quickly, his steps staggering, which made Mr. Ji and others' hearts skip a beat.
Mr. Mo's health is deteriorating and he may pass away one day.
Running at such a speed...
Mr. Bai and Mr. Ji quickly followed. Bai Nanxi and Yan Xuwei were shocked at the same time, and quickly got up and followed.
"Little ancestor, you..."
Mr. Mo wanted Ming Zaizai to be noble and spare his second son's life.
I just couldn't help but think of the underworld boss who was still lingering in the world, and instantly felt like a deflated rubber ball.
Even the bosses of the underworld would not agree with exchanging lives for lives, let alone passing by directly?
Mr. Mo raised his head tremblingly, his originally shrewd and cold eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of turbidity at some point, and he looked extremely helpless and pitiful.
Zaizai slipped out of Jiufeng's arms, looked at Mr. Mo, then looked at Mo Shaolin on the stretcher, and then shook his head.
"Old Mo, the man on the stretcher was supposed to die young and not live to be three years old, but he has lived until now. You should be content!"
Before Mr. Mo could speak, Zaizai continued to speak with a ferocious expression.
"And in the past few years, he has taken at least five lives in order to survive. According to the laws of the world, he should have paid the price with his life!"
As if he couldn't see the despair in Mr. Mo's eyes, Zaizai's little milky voice continued to sound.
The little milky voice is obviously soft and waxy, but it is particularly cold and ruthless.
"He must die!"
Mr. Mo, who was standing tremblingly, staggered and collapsed directly to the ground.
Mr. Bai and Mr. Ji hurried over to help the person.
"Old Mo, how are you?"
Yan Xuwei looked at Ming Zaizai: "Miss Ming."
Zaizai recognized him at a glance as a member of the Yan family. Although Yan Xuling and his son were not good people, Yan Xuwei and Yan Shijiang and his son were good people.
She smiled and called: "Hello, Uncle Yan."
Although Yan Xuwei didn't know Zaizai's true identity, he thought of the video of Mr. Mo confronting Zaizai and her biological father in the hospital that he accidentally saw last time, and a bold guess came to his mind, and his expression became very respectful.
"Miss Ming, just call me Lao Yan."
Zaizai is very polite when treating good people.
"Uncle Yan is much older than Zaizai, and older than Zaizai's father Huo. Zaizai should call him uncle."
Ming Zaizai insisted, Yan Xuwei said nothing more and nodded with a smile.
"As long as Zaizai likes it."
Bai Nanxi smiled and said: "Zai Zai, my name is Bai Nanxi, what are you going to call me?"
Zaizai had seen Bai Nanxi from a distance in the hospital before, but he had not spoken to her.
Looking at the faint light of merit around him, he immediately called people with a smile.
"Hello, brother Nanxi!"
Bai Nanxi laughed: "Okay, okay, then I will have a sister in the future!"
When Mr. Mo heard this, he almost had a heart attack.
Putting aside who Yan Xuwei was, Ming Zaizai called him Uncle Yan.
Looking at Bai Nanxi again, the last time Bai Nanxi openly confronted him in the hospital, if it weren't for the underworld boss in the world, Bai Nanxi would have died thousands of times.
Mr. Mo's mood fluctuated violently, and his eyesight turned black.
Mr. Bai hurriedly lowered his voice and reminded him: "Calm down! Mr. Mo, be calm, so that you can keep the green hills and don't have to worry about having no firewood."
Mr. Ji wanted to say something, but he just looked at Jiufeng beside Ming Zaizai and opened his mouth several times before swallowing it back.
Why is Menanqi so afraid of Ming Zai Zai?
What is the origin of this child?
What was the origin of the last time she held her biological father in the hospital?
But be careful to sail the ten thousand year ship. Although Mr. Ji was scratching his head and curious, he probably didn't speak rashly after guessing Ming Zaizai's words.
Of course, he was also afraid that Menanqi would fall out and bring the Ji family in. He held Menanqi's arm a little harder, as if to prove with his actions that the Ji family and the Mo family were always in the same boat.
The eyes of everyone present slowly fell on Jiufeng, who had not spoken a word. Due to the coldness in his eyes, everyone naturally avoided his sight.
Zaizai saw that everyone was looking at Jiufeng, so she hurriedly introduced Yan Xuwei and Bai Nanxi with a sweet voice.
"Uncle Yan, brother Nanxi, this is Jiufeng!"
Not to mention Yan Xuwei and Bai Nanxi, Mr. Mo, Mr. Ji and Mr. Bai were shocked.
"who?"
Zaizai glanced at them and said it again in a soft voice.
"This is Jiufeng!"
Afraid that they wouldn't know who Jiufeng was, Zaizai said it very straightforwardly.
"It also has a name, called the Nine-Headed Bird. You should know that, right?"
They are all Xuanmen people, so they shouldn't know about the Nine-Headed Bird.
Three old men: "..."
The three old men knelt down with a plop almost instantly.
"Lord Nine-Headed Bird, you...you are finally here!"
Jiufeng's face was full of horror. He stepped back ten steps away. His overly delicate face seemed to have four bold characters written on it: "Don't touch me."
Zaizai's eyes turned cold and he quickly looked over.
Facing Ming Zaizai's gloomy eyes, Jiu Feng had the illusion that Ming Zaizai was possessed by that bitch in Fengdu.
"Little princess, you believe me! They... they were all my followers when I was young and ignorant. But since I came out of the Sealed Land and experienced your... ahem... education in the new era society, I really decided I have changed my mind and turned over a new leaf!”
A cold and sarcastic voice came from behind them, low and majestic.
"Will the underworld ghost car reform? This is also suitable for deceiving a three-and-a-half-year-old child like Ming Zaizai!"
Jiufeng roared angrily: "Who? Come out here!"
The ancestral spirit is dressed in white, neither sad nor happy, standing behind everyone at some point.
Hearing the noise, Mr. Mo and others turned around quickly.
Everyone almost stopped breathing when they saw the fire totem in the middle of the eyebrows of the young man dressed in black and with a beautiful face.
Ancestral spirits!
He is the ancestral spirit of Xuanmen who has not appeared for hundreds of years, and is the supreme guardian of Xuanmen.
"Greetings to the Ancestral Spirit!"
Mr. Mo was the most excited and kowtowed furiously.
"Lord Zuling, please bless my Xuanmen for thousands of years! Please save my son Shaolin's life!"
The ancestor spirit didn't speak, and his expression didn't change at all. He pointed his finger at Mo Shaolin lightly.
Mr. Mo looked happy and thanked him quickly.
"Mo Nanqi, on behalf of my son Shaolin, thank Zuling for saving his life..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Nanqi's expression suddenly changed.
"Shaolin!"
[My darlings, Happy Goddess’ Day! Zubaobao’s little milk dragon is about to make its official debut】
