In a moment, Han Ye is entirely drenched in blood, changed beyond recognition.
âXuan Ji! Xuan Ji! You beast!!â
Ying Meiâs hands are clenched into fists. Even though she doesnât have any strength, her fingernails still pierces the skin of her palms. A little bit of blood seeps out from the gaps of her fingers.
âIâm going to kill you!!! Kill you! Xuan Ji, I will make it so you wonât be allowed to live, and when you ask for death, you wonât be allowed to die!!â
Xuan Ji snorts, finally kicking Han Ye off. Walking over to Ying Mei, âWait âtill I take that jade-like body of yours, and Iâm afraid you wonât be able to say such things again.â
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âAwooâ! Awooâ! Awoooâ!!â
Xuan Jiâs hand is already stretched towards Ying Mei. But suddenly, they hear an earth-shaking roar of a beast.
âWho is it?!â Xuan Ji immediately gets up, turning around to look.
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Thereâs a pink jade-carved child that is carrying a round, snow white rabbit. He unhurriedly walks in.
Itâs clearly a small boy, about four or five years old.
But as the child sees him, as well as the bloody and messed-up room, he doesnât have a thread of fear or panic.
It is only when his vision falls on Han Ye that he faintly knits his brows, then he clicks his tongue, âSure enough, stupid uncle Han Ye got bullied!â
Even more, he got bullied so miserably!
âWho are you?!â Xuan Ji roars in bewilderment. Suddenly, thereâs a flash of enlightenment in his mind, âYouâre the son of that Enchantress of Medicine Jun Muyan, that little bastard child?!â
Ying Meiâs eyes immediately open wide, and she actually manages to push up her powerless body a little, âLittle Master, you, how could you be here- quick, hurry and leave this place!â
Xiao Bao doesnât pay them any attention. Holding the rabbit, he goes straight before Han Ye.
Turning a wrist, a porcelain bottle appears on the fair, tiny palm.
Xiao Bao pries Han Yeâs mouth open, and pours the draught in.
Before too long, Han Ye groans, slowly opening his eyes.
He sees Xiao Baoâs refined but ice-cold little face. Han Yeâs pupils contract, and he abruptly becomes aware of whatâs happening.
âLittle Master, why are you here, hurry, hurry and go! Go and look for your mother and Jun...â
âShut up!â Xiao Bao interrupts him with his crisp, childish voice, âYou idiot, I tried to make you carry medicine the niangqin refined, but you didnât.â
Han Ye gapes. Then he discovers in astonishment that his body, which had just been rendered unconscious by the [Blood Sucking Fang] poison, has actually recovered to its usual state.
But the Spiritual Power that has been completely drained by the Spirit Devouring Powder still hasnât returned.
Xiao Bao also notices this point, as he takes a look at Ying Mei, then turns to look at Han Ye. He frowns a little.
Then he mutters, lower lip lifting to pout. Somewhat unwillingly, âBut Xiao Bao only has two.â
In the end, he still takes out two Pills. One by one, he stuffs them into Ying Mei and Han Yeâs mouths.
Han ye stupidly swallows the Elixir, but he still couldnât help but urge: âLittle Master, leave quickly, donât mind us, you are not his match.â
âItâs already too late to think of leaving!â
A ruthless, sinister voice speaks up from behind them.
Han Ye and Ying Mei simultaneously have their complexions change.
Only Xiao Baoâs expression remains indifferent and cold as he unhurriedly turns his head to look.
Before they know it, Xuan Ji has already arrived in front of them.
He holds a steel segmented mace in his hand, which is covered in pointy spikes, scratching the floor beneath.
âMy good mood has been disturbed over and over again. Iâm very unhappy now.â
Xuan Ji coldly regards Xiao Bao, his eyes brimming with disdain towards the latter.