The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Dead soldiers can always accurately sense the breath of the same kind, and Ying Shisan feels that the other party's breath is somewhat familiar, but it is not a killing tool refined by the dead soldier camp, but a weapon that is a hundred times, a thousand times more terrifying than that. Big killer, people give nicknames, Shura.

Ying Thirteen has never seen the real Shura, and he is just guessing. No matter what, the current masters of this realm are by no means something they can deal with.

Ying Shisan looked at the fallen Jiang Hai and the three of them, then looked at A Wei who was in no better condition than him, and asked, "Is this the person you met last time...?"

Ah Wei thought for a while and nodded.

The man shot too fast, and he was suppressed before he could react. He couldn't even see his face clearly, but he could recognize the breath of the other party.

Ying Shisan got an affirmative answer, and couldn't help but glance at A Wei again. In the hands of such a master, how could this guy be safe and sound?

"You... don't worry about talking... Hurry up... think of a way..." Jiang Hai said with difficulty, every time he uttered a word, he felt that his chest was about to burst, and this time the feeling was even stronger than the last time Strong, it was only at this moment that he realized how terrible the blow A Wei made to save the three of them.

"He...is still far away." Ah Wei said.

Awei is the only person who has fought against him. It took a quarter of an hour from the time Awei was suppressed to the point where the man arrived in the car. Judging from the suppression he has endured so far, the opponent is at least here. It will take that long.

Being able to suppress them from a long distance, Ying Shisan once again had a new understanding of the masters in the world.

Ying Shisan supported his body with his sword, desperately swallowing the bloody smell that rolled up his throat, and then he and A Wei used what little energy was left to throw out some of the cloth in the carriage, and then threw Jianghai, Qingyan and Yue The hook was thrown in.

Ying Shisan took off his night clothes, revealing the boy's clothes inside, then pulled off Jiang Hai's clothes and handed them to A Wei: "Put on."

Awei replaced it.

I only pray that the guards guarding the gate will not see that they are not the "little servants" just now, otherwise there will be wolves in front and tigers behind, and I am afraid they will not be able to get out this trip.

Fortunately, the guards on duty were replaced. These guards didn't see their faces, checked the pair of cards, and let them go out.

As soon as they left, a disciple came to report: "It's not good—something happened to the water dungeon—the prisoner escaped—quickly lock the gate—"

"Stop! Stop everyone!" a guard yelled at the traveling carriage.

Ying Shisan hit the horse with a whip, and the carriage drove away!

The guards and dead soldiers of the National Teacher Hall chased after him.

But the master's aura didn't seem to distinguish between the enemy and us, so not only them were suppressed, but also people from the National Teacher Hall.

"Turn right! Enter the woods!" Jiang Hai said, holding his chest that was about to explode.

A'wei tightened the reins and pulled hard, the carriage turned around and entered the forest on the right.

The people from the National Teacher Palace chased after them, and they also chased them in. However, there was a trap in the forest, and most of the people from the National Teacher Palace fell soon.

"You... how do you know?" Qingyan said weakly as he lay beside Jiang Hai.

Jiang Hai panted, "...Come here."

"National teacher!" In the national teacher's hall, a disciple rushed into the national teacher's alchemy room, and bowed respectfully to the national teacher who was developing the elixir in the room.

The national teacher said in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"

The disciple said: "They fled into the forest, but our people did not catch them."

"Trash!" The national teacher threw the booklet in his hand on the table coldly, "You can't look down on everyone, if you let it go and you can't catch it, what use are you for!"

The disciple knelt down in fright.

"Where is Wanfeng?" the national teacher asked.

The disciple tremblingly replied: "Senior brother Wan Feng knocked out that group of people, and he still hasn't woken up yet."

The national teacher's fists were clenched.

"Don't worry." When the atmosphere was almost frozen, a gentle male voice sounded outside the alchemy room.

There are not many people who can come and go freely in the National Teacher Hall, Wan Feng is one, and the other is the little county king of the Nujun Mansion.

"You step back." The national teacher glanced at the disciple and said.

"Yes." The disciple retreated obediently, and when he passed by the door, he met Xiaojun Wang and he saluted.

Nangongli nodded lightly, and stepped into the alchemy room.

"The king of the county." The national teacher cupped his hands.

Nan Gongli stopped in front of him, looked at him and said: "Come here so late, didn't you disturb the national teacher's rest?"

The national teacher said: "No, I am developing a pill for the monarch. Is the county king here for something? I am afraid that it is not a coincidence tonight. The National Teacher Hall wants to arrest the villain. Forgive me for not being able to entertain the county king."

"I'm here to help you catch the thief." Nangong Li said with a faint smile.

The national teacher sighed: "I'm ashamed, the villain that the king of the county took so hard to catch was rescued by his accomplices tonight. I was too negligent to take precautions."

Nangong Lihun said indifferently: "It's not a powerful villain, this king doesn't even bother to do it, it's okay, just play a game of chess with me, someone will obediently hand them over to you in a while."

The national teacher wanted to say that they fled into the forest, and there seemed to be a trap in the forest... The words were swallowed on the lips, if there is anyone in this world who is not afraid of demons and monsters, it is probably the one brought back by the county king master.

With him around, any traps are just floating clouds.

The national teacher pointed to the chess table beside him: "Your Majesty, please."

On this side, the national teacher and Nangongli played chess contentedly, but on the other side, the old man's expression was not so optimistic.

He just took a divination, but halfway through, the tortoise's shell broke.

This is a bad omen.

It shows that the opponent they encountered is more difficult to deal with than ever before.

If it was just that, the old man wouldn't be too worried. What worried him was that he felt a familiar aura.

He hadn't felt this breath for many years, so much so that he was not sure if it was that person.

if……

"If so, what will happen?" Yu Wan looked at him firmly and asked.

The old man looked at the cracked turtle shell on the table: "If it's that person, then none of them... can survive."

Yu Wan Xing stared: "Who is so powerful?"

"Sura."

Shura of the ghost clan.

It can also be called a dead soldier who has gone mad, but not all dead soldiers who have gone mad can become Shura, the ones who survive are, they have to endure the berserk energy in their bodies all year round, and they must also bear the pain caused by the reversal of tendons all the time. They were in a state of mania day and night, unable to control the urge to kill at all. Their minds had already been refined, and dead soldiers would never betray their masters, and the first Shura after becoming a demon One thing is to kill his master with his own hands.

It is precisely because Shura is powerful, terrifying, and difficult to control, so when the ghost clan finds that there are dead soldiers who have gone mad, they will kill them immediately and never give them a chance to become Shura.

But there was a fish that slipped through the net. They couldn't kill him, so they could only try to lock him up.

If it's him...

The old man didn't dare to think about it.

The old man was even more puzzled, why did this person come to Nanzhao?

It is impossible for the ghost clan to release him. Could it be that some foreigner mixed into the clan and brought him out secretly?

The old man let out a long sigh: "Let's prepare for the funeral."

What that man hated the most was his clansman who had been imprisoned for so long. Once he came into contact with the breath of the clansman, he would kill everyone.

"Ah—" On the carriage, Qingyan couldn't bear the pressure, and after spitting out a big mouthful of blood, he tilted his head and passed out.

"He...he is nearby..." Ah Wei gradually couldn't bear it any longer, and the corners of his eyes were overflowing with blood.

Jiang Hai vomited blood profusely and fell unconscious for a moment.

Suddenly, Ying Shisan saw a river.

"Jump into the river!" Ying Thirteen said.

Ying Shisan grabbed Jiang Hai, A Wei grabbed Qingyan, and the moon hook still had some strength, and the three of them jumped, but at this moment, a powerful internal force penetrated into the water, and the water splashed seven or eight feet, He shot them straight back to the shore.

Yuegou was alone, and was photographed a little farther away. He bumped into the carriage with a bang, and then fell to the ground.

It was this sound that woke up the three sleeping little black eggs.

The little black eggs suddenly opened their eyes.

Huh? who I am? where am i What am I doing?

What about the teacher?

The wheel clicked into a groove in the road.

Xiaobao's body became unsteady, and he rolled down with a croak.

Ying Thirteen's eyebrows twitched!

what's the situation? How could the little black egg be on the carriage?

Ying Shisan didn't care about his own escape, so he flew over and grabbed the little black egg.

Soon, Er Bao also got out.

Ah Wei also flew forward and hugged Er Bao in his arms before he fell to the ground.

One, two...and an egg!

The two went to grab the big treasure at the same time, but it was too late, the carriage had already been grabbed by a huge force out of thin air.

Bang!

The door panel of the carriage exploded in the air.

A black little black egg fell down with a swish.

With long hair loose and bloodshot eyes, Shura casually grabbed him by the back of the collar.

Shura looked at the little thing in his hand, and the mania in his body surged.

He wanted to pop this little thing, like popping an egg.

Little Heidan held the small feeding bottle with both hands, and looked at him with big eyes blinking.

Suddenly, Little Heidan stretched out his hand and fed the pacifier into his mouth.

Shura, who was about to crush the egg, said, "..."