The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

"What's going on?" Yu Wan asked puzzled.

"It's a Rakshasa." Yan Jiuchao explained.

"No..." She didn't ask this, but didn't this little guy hate drinking goat's milk, and even dropped the bottle on the ground? Why didn't you see her for a while, but you jumped into her arms and drank non-stop?

"Wait, what did you just say he was?" Yu Wan finally realized that her husband seemed to have revealed some great news!

"It's a Rakshasa." Yan Jiuchao said it again.

Yu Wan's chubby body trembled: "Luo... Luosha? Bloody Luosha from the forbidden area of ​​the Sang family?"

"That's right." Yan Jiuchao said calmly.

Yu Wan looked at Yan Jiuchao in disbelief, to make sure that he wasn't teasing her, then she looked at the little guy who was sucking milk in her arms, he was not well.

This scrawny little thing... She thought it was a poor little thing from a poor family... It turned out to be the frightening Rakshasa of the Sang family?

She just didn't know how to react.

She looked at little Rakshasa with a dark face: "Are you really Rakshasa? Did you just want to eat me?"

Yan Jiuchao picked up little Luosha with one hand.

Little Raksha groaned, grabbing the baby bottle and throwing herself towards Yu Wan.

Yu Wan turned her face away cruelly, this little Rakshasa's appearance is too deceptive, she really can't bear to see her like this...

"If you keep making noise, I'll kill you!" Yan Jiuchao said coldly.

I don't know if he understood Yan Jiuchao's words, or just felt the huge killing intent from Yan Jiuchao, but little Luosha really obediently stayed still and stopped making trouble.

Qingyan and the disciples from the Chaoyang Palace rushed over. The news about the Rakshasa of the Sang family had already spread in the Chaoyang Palace. The disciples all knew that the Sang family had raised such an evil thing, but it was the first time they saw it with their own eyes. Didn't expect it to be such a little guy.

Little Rakshasa is thin and thin, with a small face, and only a pair of big eyes. When he doesn't exude the breath of blood Rakshasa, he looks like an ordinary child, even weaker, but under this weak skin, hidden It is enough to destroy the entire Mingshan power.

Yan Jiuchao threw Xiao Luocha to Qingyan.

Qingyan hugged the little Rakshasa in his arms with chills.

Little Luocha bared his teeth ferociously at Qingyan, so frightened that Qingyan almost threw little Luosha out!

Yan Jiuchao moved his fingertips, urging the Longevity Art to condense an internal force, and the little Raksha instantly became obedient and motionless.

Yan Jiuchao withdrew his internal energy and walked back to the Chaoyang Palace. The disciples of the Chaoyang Palace had already found the three little black eggs, and they were sitting obediently on the threshold, drinking milk and waiting for their mother.

The moment she saw her son, Yu Wan's heart seemed to be filled, and a gentle smile appeared on her face involuntarily.

Seeing the smile in her eyes, little Raksha blinked in astonishment.

Yu Wan walked over and rubbed the heads of the three little black eggs: "Where did you go just now? Mother has been looking for it for a long time!"

"No, it's nearby!" Xiaobao said shamelessly, "If you don't believe me, ask Erbao."

This time, I remember to unite with Erbao.

Erbao looked at his mother cutely, intending to use his invincible coquettish and cute skills to confuse their "crimes", but he inadvertently glanced at the little Luosha who was held by Qingyan in his arms. Yiliang: "Brother?"

Xiaobao groaned, stood up, stood on tiptoes and looked around: "Where is the younger brother?"

Qingyan coughed lightly, quickly walked into another courtyard with little Luosha in his arms.

Yu Wan understood, glanced at the direction where Qingyan left from the corner of her eye, turned her head and said to her sons: "That's not my brother, okay, it's getting late, go take a bath."

"Ok!"

The three of them nodded in agreement, and rushed to grab Mother's hand, and let Mother take them to take a bath.

The three of them entered the house with one jump, Yan Jiuchao wanted to change clothes, so he went back to his own room first.

Without Yan Jiuchao in front of him, Qingyan couldn't control the little Luocha anymore, and the little Luocha jumped down from Qingyan's arms, and flashed into the courtyard where Yu Wan and Yan Jiuchao lived at the speed of changing shape .

Yan Jiuchao went to change his clothes, and the three little black eggs sat cross-legged in the small wooden basin in the outhouse, each holding a small water ladle in his hand, and poured water on his head clumsily.

Yu Wan moved Xiaozhuzi to sit behind the three of them, and took rose-scented soap horns and rubbed them on the heads of the three of them. The three of them seemed to be accustomed to this, and closed their eyes very familiarly.

Yu Wan rubbed her head one by one.

Little Raksha widened his eyes which were already big enough in a daze, raised his small hands, followed Yu Wan's movements, and rubbed his head.

"Don't hit me!" Er Bao turned his head, glared at Xiao Bao, and said to Yu Wan, "Xiao Bao hit me!"

"I didn't!" Xiaobao denied shaking his head.

Little Raksha also shook his head, shaking his head.

Yu Wan said seriously: "Xiao Bao, don't make trouble!"

Xiao Bao stuck out his tongue.

Little Raksha also stuck out his tongue.

"Close your eyes, and the saponins will go in after a while." Yu Wan said softly to Er Bao.

Er Bao obediently closed her eyes.

When Yan Jiuchao came out after changing into clean clothes, he caught sight of little Raksha who was peeking outside the door. He glanced at him faintly, and the little Raksha immediately felt the pressure of the Longevity Art. Suddenly flashed back to the next yard, Qingyan's arms.

Little Luocha briefly released the breath of Blood Raksha when they fought against Yan Jiuchao. Patriarch Sikong and Sikong Changfeng did not rest, and keenly sensed this strangeness. However, the two of them still don't know what it is. Only Chaoyang Palace was told that it was the Blood Rakshasa.

In the room illuminated by oil lamps and candles, Yan Jiuchao sat on the main seat with a calm expression, and little Luocha sat obediently on the central pedestal. Grandma, Qingyan, Patriarch Sikong, and Sikong Changfeng were also there.

"Is it... the Raksha raised by the Sang family?" Patriarch Sikong looked at the cute little thing in disbelief and asked.

No wonder he was so surprised, it was because he couldn't feel any Rakshasa's breath on it, and of course he didn't believe that Yan Jiuchao couldn't make a mistake, so there were only two possibilities, this little Rakshasa's skill was too weak for people It's not enough to feel its aura, or the little Rakshasa's skill is too strong, and he can already freely retract his own aura. If it's the second type, this little Rakshasa is too scary.

Yan Jiuchao didn't say a word, but concentrated an inner force on his fingertips, and slapped Little Raksha with a whoosh.

In order to protect himself, the little Raksha jumped into the air, and a strong blood Raksha breath was released instantly. Patriarch Sikong only felt his heart tremble, and cold sweat broke out.

After dodging a blow, little Luosha looked at Yan Jiuchao vigilantly, as if he had made sure that he had no intention of making another move, and then obediently climbed back to sit on the twig.

Although Patriarch Sikong didn't practice the Longevity Jue himself, he is no stranger to it. Yan Jiuchao seemed to use no force for that blow just now, but none of the masters present could dodge it. It seems to be able to dodge some counterattacks. It didn't do so because it is not Yan Jiuchao's opponent after all. It knows that it is useless to counterattack. However, if it encounters a strong enemy, it must be the last of them. one dead.

With such ability at such a young age, Patriarch Sikong is simply amazed.

"Is it born as a blood rakshasa?" Patriarch Sikong asked.

Grandma nodded: "Maybe she was born with it, or...was fed by Rakshasa's blood after birth."

Patriarch Sikong clenched his fists: "The Sang family really has no conscience! Even such a small child will not be spared!"

Qingyan frowned, and thoughtfully said: "I think...the Sang family may not know the existence of Little Rakshasa."

"Oh? How do you say that?" Patriarch Sikong looked towards Qingyan.

Qingyan recalled: "When I went to the forbidden area with Ying Liu and Ying Shisan, I heard two masters of the Sang family say, 'He's not here again'. There is no Rakshasa. When a Rakshasa appeared in the blood pool, I once suspected that they had made a mistake, but after thinking about it, I felt that they should not have made a mistake with such a big matter."

Grandma thought for a moment: "Blood Rakshas cherish their own blood very much. It is difficult for outsiders to force them to feed other Rakshas with their own blood, unless it is voluntary. Moreover, Xue Rakshas have a strong sense of territory and will not allow it." The other Rakshasas are staying in the same place as me."

"So, it..." Qingyan pointed at Little Raksha, and whispered, "Is it the son of Blood Raksha?"

Only a dear son would be willing to feed with blood, and only a dear son would be willing to stay by his side.