V2.Chapter 464

The little Rakshasa is an evil creature. It has been raised by the blood Rakshasa with its own blood since birth. If you want to talk about martial arts, it can do it, but it only has a little bad blood demon power. Why does it emit a longevity formula What about breath?

Ordinary people don't feel that they can recognize the longevity formula, but Yu Wan and Yan Jiuchao have been together for so long, and she is pregnant with the Holy King. Even though she doesn't know it, she still thinks she is a saint who has suddenly opened up her wisdom. No matter what, she I can feel more things that I couldn't sense before, such as the breath of the blood rakshasa and the longevity art.

This was the first time that Yu Wan suspected that her feelings were wrong.

But soon, Yan Jiuchao proved with practical actions that she was not wrong.

I saw Yan Jiuchao's fingertips move again, and a stronger internal force than before attacked the little Rakshasa.

The little Rakshasa suddenly jumped out of the pit, the inner force smashed into the shallow pit, and the shallow pit instantly turned into a deep pit. I dared not think that if the figure of the little Rakshasa just slowed down, it would be blown up. Sample.

However, this is the case, Yan Jiuchao's attack has no tendency to weaken at all. The inner strength of the longevity art falls on the body of the little Rakshasa one after another. The little Rakshasa is not able to avoid it every time with light power, and it is impossible to avoid it. Make a tough move.

It blocked it once with the power of the blood rakshasa, but it was cut to the inside and tender outside, and it hit a few more tricks. It seemed to gradually understand that only the unfamiliar aura could save its own life, but that unfamiliar aura was not always Will listen to it every time.

The longevity formula is sometimes ineffective, but it has caused the little Rakshasa to suffer miserably.

After another round of attacks, Little Rakshasa was so tired that he lay on the ground, unable to move his fingers.

Yan Jiuchao withdrew his hand lightly, looked at it condescendingly, and said, "Continue tomorrow."

Yu Wan: "..."

Yu Wan glanced at Little Rakshasa sympathetically, and said, "Still... do you want to continue?"

Yan Jiuchao hummed, and left without explaining anything in front of the little Rakshasa.

Yu Wan picked up the tired little Rakshasa.

"That's right." Yan Jiuchao, who walked down the corridor, thought of something, suddenly stopped, and turned to Yu Wan and said, "It's best not to go out of Mingshan these few days."

Yu Wan was about to speak, but the little Rakshasa in her arms pulled her sleeves.

Little Rakshasa looked aggrieved, as if to say - he bullied me, don't talk to him!

Yu Wan made it laugh, tapped the tip of its little nose, and said, "He is a good person and won't hurt you."

The little Rakshasa took Yu Wan's hand and touched his little arm, as if he was accusing Yan Jiuchao of his crimes, seeing that he was injured!

Did the little guy learn to act like a spoiled child?

Yu Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, although she didn't know why Yan Jiuchao suddenly attacked the little Rakshasa, but she believed that there must be a reason for him to do so, Yu Wan comforted the little guy in her arms, smiled at Yan Jiuchao: "You go. , I know, I won't leave Chaoyang Palace these few days."

Yan Jiuchao then went to retreat with confidence.

On the other side, the three little black eggs behind the flower bushes witnessed the scene of the little Rakshasa being "ravaged" by their father, and couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy for the little Rakshasa.

"My brother just ate all of our stuff, and daddy beat it up, too hard!" Little Treasure hugged his little arm, exaggerated and couldn't bear to say.

Erbao also hugged his small arm, as if it hurt himself: "My brother is so pitiful, let's not ignore my brother!"

Dabao nodded, indicating that his brother was beaten so badly, it would be okay to give him something to eat.

So, a few self-motivated little guys brought the sweet-scented osmanthus cake they had saved, and looked for the little Rakshasa with pity.

Not surprisingly, the little Rakshasa who consumed a lot of their bodies ate up their sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

The boat of friendship is overturned again!

Erbao's little mouth shriveled.

Xiaobao said, "It's okay, Daddy will beat him up again tomorrow!"

The next day, Yan Jiuchao really came to "beat" the little Rakshasa again.

Little Rakshasa was afraid that Yan Jiuchao would die, so he grabbed Yu Wan's sleeve with both hands, preventing Yu Wan from letting it go.

After Yu Wan became a mother, she no longer had much resistance to this little thing, she looked at Yan Jiuchao on the side with affection.

"It's useless to plead for mercy." Yan Jiuchao didn't give Yu Wan any chance to show off her personal charm, covering Yu Wan's affectionate eyes with one hand and picking up the little Rakshasa in her arms with the other.

Little Rakshasa snorted and was thrown into the sky by Yan Jiuchao.

Today is another day of abuse!

But Yu Wan was surprised to find that the number of mistakes made by the little Rakshasa was less than yesterday. Yesterday, it successfully used the longevity trick twice in a critical moment, but today it has four times, and its movement has also recovered to the same level. Same as before the injury.

You know, the Rakshasa King, whose repairing power is stronger than it, is still paralyzed on the bed like a salted fish.

However, these skills are still not enough in front of Yan Jiuchao, and the little Rakshasa was abused badly.

When Yu Wan took it, which was too tired to move, into her arms, it was so aggrieved that it was about to cry.

It not only showed Yu Wan its small arm, but also handed its calf, legs and small head to Yu Wan, and even lifted its shirt and pointed to its small belly with scars.

"I know, you are still injured, you are in so much pain, it's his fault to bully you like this." Yu Wan coaxed it patiently.

Little Rakshasa nodded aggrievedly, threw a big butt to Yan Jiuchao, and cuddled in Yu Wan's arms.

Half of the little Rakshasa's body is the blood pill of King Rakshasa, and the other half is the inner pill of Sikong Ye. In contrast, the half of Sikongye's inner alchemy will not be integrated so quickly, and it will not have much impact in the short term, but as time goes by, he will never learn to use the half of the inner alchemy, and the inner alchemy will become A death pill, although it does not kill its life, will make its realm stay in an unbreakable stage forever.

Since Sikong Ye gave him half of the inner pill, don't waste it.

All the hard work now, one day in the future, it will feel worth it.

Of course, this is easy to say, but very difficult to do. If the strength is small, it is not enough to stimulate the potential of the half of the inner core; if the strength is too large, it will easily hurt the other half of the blood core.

Yan Jiuchao seemed to be careless, but in fact he used twelve points of heart for every ounce of strength he exerted.

However, he would never say this.

Yan Jiuchao trains the little Rakshasa during the day, and at night, retreats to cultivate the skills of the longevity formula. Yu Wan takes care of several children, except that the fetal movement is more frequent than before, there is nothing else to worry about.

"Madam, is it convenient for you to speak now?" Yu Wan was about to bathe a few little guys when Jinghong's report sounded outside the door.

Yu Wan looked at the little guys who were waiting to take the bubble bath, and she thought that it was so late that Jinghong must have something important to do when she came to the door, but she would be cold if she didn't take a bath. The disciples of Chaoyang Hall came over and reported from outside the door: "Madam, the ancestor said that if you have something to do, go and do it, he will take care of a few young masters, and there are us, madam, please don't worry."

Grandpa can't get out of bed yet, isn't it embarrassing to let him take care of him? But with these clever disciples, it wouldn't be a problem.

"Understood." Yu Wan replied, and asked the disciples to lead the little Rakshasa and the little black eggs to Sikong Ye's side. I wonder if it was her illusion. I don't see him today, and the little Rakshasa's back is not so skinny anymore?

Yu Wan went to the courtyard to meet Jinghong, while the little Rakshasa and the little black eggs were taken to Sikong Ye's house by their disciples.

Sikong Ye and King Rakshasa were still "paralyzed" on the bed and were ordered not to get out of bed.

Seeing their little guy, both of them were a little excited.

"Hello Sikong Zuzu, hello Sang Zuzu." Xiaobao and Erbao greeted the four representatives softly.

The two ancestors rolled their eyes in disgust at each other!

"I want to take a bath." Erbao said while scratching his itchy scalp, playing with sand today and his head was full.

Sikong Ye hurriedly called his disciples to bring the tub in, poured hot water, and put the four little guys into the tub.

The four little guys happily took a bubble bath, and the disciples who were waiting on the side were going to step forward to wipe the water droplets from their bodies, but Sikong Ye waved his palm: "Come here!"

The disciple was stunned for a moment, then replied, "...Yes!"

The disciples carried the little Rakshasa and the little black eggs to the bed one by one, and Sikong Ye took the towel to wipe the little black eggs.

Xiaobao and Erbao looked at him wetly.

"Uh...cough cough!" Sikong Ye, who had reacted, coughed lightly, took Erbao and wiped it twice.

Watery little treasure: "..."

However, even after wiping Dabao three times and Erbao twice, they still didn't wipe them dry.

"There's still water on the ass!" Erbao complained.

Sikong Ye was in a hurry and was in a daze. On the other hand, the Rakshasa King on the side was calmer and calmer. He not only wiped the little Rakshasa dry, but also dressed the little Rakshasa, and even wiped the little bald head with vanishing cream. Oily and shiny!

King Rakshasa's ability to bring his children was lit up after he came to Ming Mountain, but at one point, Sikong Ye couldn't even catch up with the horse.

If there is no comparison, there is no harm. The three little black eggs resolutely gave up their ancestors, grabbed the clothes and towels, and took refuge in the Rakshasa King!