V2.Chapter 441

Little Treasure didn't know that he had pulled the wrong person, so he just wanted to get rid of Er Bao quickly, and don't ask Er Bao to catch up with him and Da Bao!

He huffed and ran forward, holding the little hand tightly.

However, there was still a slight difference.

"Da Bao, why are your hands so wet?" he asked, but he didn't look back because he was anxious to recognize the way.

The little figure did not respond.

Xiaobao sighed, forgetting that Dabao can't speak!

"Xiaobao~Xiaobao~"

There was Erbao's cute call from behind, Xiaobao ran forward with all his strength, and when he came to a fork in the road, he turned decisively and climbed up a small hill: "Here here!"

There is a small cave on the hillside, which was first discovered by Dabao. Dabao brought Xiaobao here once, but he didn't have time to bring Erbao over, so Xiaobao was sure that Erbao did not find the secret between him and Dabao so quickly.

The cave was pitch-dark and could not see five fingers. The back of the cave was facing the bushes where they were playing hide-and-seek, but in the direction of the bushes there was a small air vent the size of a head, a foot and a half above the ground.

Xiaobao let go of "Dabao"'s hand, pouted his little ass, knelt on the ground, and looked down from the air vent.

He was looking at Erbao, and he was smiling, unaware that the little figure showed him a greedy and cruel expression.

The little figure slowly came behind Lailai and opened his bloody mouth towards him.

However, just when the little figure was about to bite down, Xiaobao's body suddenly froze, his little face wrinkled, and his expression became particularly painful.

Just heard the sound of porphyry-

The little stinky fart came out, and Xiaobao felt at ease.

The little figure never expected such a situation, and the sound was stunned for a moment. The little stinky fart was long and loud, all smoked on the little figure's face, and the little figure's bloodthirsty eyes stared and turned backward He took a few steps back, then rolled his eyes, stuck his tongue out, and rolled down the hill...

Xiaobao is immersed in his own world, not knowing that "Dabao" has been smoked down the mountain by himself.

Erbao is getting closer and closer, but Xiaobao is not afraid!

"When Erbao comes, I'll let him see my Ming, Shan, Wu, Ying, and feet!" Xiaobao kicked out his little feet!

The little figure who finally climbed into the cave with a dazed head, let Xiaobao's shadowless feet kick down.

"Huh? I seem to have kicked something?" Xiaobao retracted his little feet, scratched his head, and looked around, "Where's Dabao?"

Xiaobao ran down the mountain and went to the bushes to find Dabao.

The little figure stood up holding the dizzy little head. Little Treasure had disappeared, but Er Bao was approaching step by step.

"Xiaobao~ where are you?" Erbao looked around.

The little figure flashed behind Er Bao and followed Er Bao step by step, a bloodthirsty gleam appeared in his eyes.

He gradually approached Erbao, five steps, four steps, three steps, two steps...

When he was a step away from Erbao, the little figure opened his bloody mouth again, revealing sharp and razor-sharp teeth.

click!

Erbao stepped on a stick under his feet, he stepped on the head of the stick, and the other end of the stick swung up and hit the small crotch of the small figure!

The little figure felt the pain from the soul!

It clamped its calves, covered its small crotch, petrified in place for three seconds, and fell straight down——

...

The final target of the little figure was the big treasure squatting on the ground to dig Gu Gu.

This time, it didn't intend to get close to the other party. It spread out its small palm, and the powerful Rakshasa coercion was imminent, but suddenly, a beautiful figure came behind it.

"Huh? Whose child?"

Yu Wan walked towards the little figure, the blood rakshasa had entered the Ming Mountain, she was leading people to search all over the mountain, and heard Er Bao's voice nearby, and learned that several little guys had slipped out of Chaoyang Hall again, and she was busy coming to pick up a few. The little guy grabbed it back, but the little guy didn't touch it, but saw a thin and pitiful little guy.

The poor little girl is wearing tattered clothes. Judging from the size and style, it doesn't look like a child's, but like an adult woman's cloud dress. Is this so poor that she can't even wear a single piece of clothes?

Yu Wan judged him poor, not only because of the ragged clothes on him that neither fit nor fit, but he was about the same size as the three little guys, but he was skinny and skinny. Eat on your stomach.

"Your clothes are wet, have you fallen into the water?" Yu Wan squatted down and brushed away the wet mess of hair on his forehead, "Aiya, your forehead is broken, you are injured."

Yu Wan said, lowered her head, and went to untie the ribbon of the cloak.

The little figure licked the corner of his lips and slowly opened his mouth.

Swish!

Yu Wan took off the cloak and put it over his cold little body, opened her purse, took out a clean handkerchief, wiped his wound first, then his face and hands: "Where do you live? How did you come here?"

Although the appearance of the little figure was very strange, even killing Yu Wan would not have expected that the rumored Blood Rakshasa would be a three-year-old child.

Little Rakshasa didn't speak, but stared at the blood vessels in Yu Wan's neck for a moment.

Yu Wan finished wiping him, stood up, held his little hand and said, "Can you still go? I'll take you back."

The second time the little Rakshasa was held by a small hand, it was different from the feeling of being held by a little stinky fart.

Yu Wan is the blood of pure yin, and she has the breath of a holy king in her body. It can be said that her temptation to the blood rakshasa is fatal.

Yu Wan didn't know that this guy was drooling over her own blood. Seeing his drooling appearance, she guessed that the little guy was hungry. She came out in a hurry. She didn't bring anything else, only a bottle of milk from Xiaobao.

She handed him the bottle: "Here."

The goat milk has been boiled to remove the odor and fishy smell, and has a faint sweetness that children like very much.

Little Rakshasa had never drank a small bottle before, so he didn't know it was going to be put in his mouth, so he squeezed it rudely with his little hand, and a goat's milk splashed out, splashing his face.

It didn't like the smell, and it frowned in disgust, and threw the small bottle on the ground!

Yu Wan was rummaging in her purse for the medicine for golden sore. Seeing that the little guy threw the bottle away, she hummed strangely, "Don't you like it?"

She bent over to pick up the small bottle, and the little Rakshasa looked at her back, licked the corner of her lips greedily, and rushed towards her—

However, the little Rakshasa did not flutter, it was knocked away by an extremely strong internal force.

It stared at the tall figure who had ruined its good deeds, bared its teeth, and rushed towards it fiercely.

Yan Jiuchao was afraid of hurting Yu Wan, so he swept across the sky and led Xiao Luosha to another mountain.

When Yu Wan finally found a bottle of gold sore medicine from her purse, she unexpectedly found that the little guy was missing: "Strange? Where did it go?"

Little Rakshasa and Yan Jiuchao exchanged hands.

Qingyan and Chaoyang Hall's disciples and grandma all came after hearing the news. The two were so fast that they were difficult to catch with the naked eye. They could only vaguely see the phantoms passing by in the air. After a short while, the cold air pressure of the Longevity Art was pressed down.

The little Rakshasa got angry, roared, and slammed into Yan Jiuchao's heart!

This scene made Qingyan's heart jump to his throat: "Then...is that the blood rakshasa? Why...it looks a little small..."

Grandma said solemnly, "This is a little Rakshasa."

"Little Rakshasa?" Qing Yan was taken aback.

A glimmer of surprise flashed across Grandma's eyes: "Such a small blood rakshasa is really rare in the world..."

Qingyan couldn't believe it was just such a little thing that chased him all the way!

Seeing to have guessed Qingyan's disdain, Grandma said lightly, "Don't think it's small, the whole Sikong family's masters combined are not enough for it to see."

"This, so powerful?" Qingyan shrank his neck in fright, thinking of something, and then said, "Is it the blood rakshasa we met in the forbidden area for the first time?"

Mamma shook her head: "No, it's not it."

Qingyan: "Is there more than one blood rakshasa in the Sang family?!"

Before grandma could answer, the little Rakshasa was trapped by Yan Jiuchao's internal force, and the breath of the longevity art was like a whip that smothered the soul, lashing at the little Rakshasa one after another.

The little Rakshasa cried out in pain.

Yan Jiuchao stretched out his hand and was about to smash it with a palm. At the critical moment, Yu Wan came over with the golden sore medicine and a small feeding bottle.

Yan Jiuchao sighed inwardly.

Seemingly seeing that Yan Jiuchao didn't want to hurt Yu Wan, the little Rakshasa rushed over, jumped into Yu Wan's arms, grabbed the small bottle that he disliked so much, and started drinking!

Yu Wan, who was bewildered, said, "..."

Yan Jiuchao, who was more confused than Yu Wan, said, "..."