Chapter 669

Yanxi is ruthless and merciless.

Yan Chong's face was cold and he stepped back, still with the broken porcelain on his back.

When the wind blew, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Yan Chong's eyes were filled with violence. Before he could move, suddenly a bell rang in the yard.

Someone rang the bell.

Yan Chong looked at Yanxi deeply. He seemed to feel no pain. He pulled out the broken porcelain behind him and left indifferently.

Butler amber waited outside the hall with his hands tied.

"Master, you..."

Ann Bo's eyes fell on the bloodstain on Yan Chong's back, slightly distressed, "why do you..."

Yan Chong walked forward, "you go to find a doctor and check the physical condition of Yan Xizhi."

Ann Bo didn't understand. Yan Chong's eyes showed a hawk like fierce mang. "There's something wrong with her. Ah Xi is the body of Tianyin. After double cultivation with her, it should be improved to a certain extent. Although she was pregnant, the effect is not as good as before, but there should be some."

Yan Chong regretted countless times. He should have asked for Yan Xizhi earlier.

He raised it himself and picked fruit for others alive.

An Bo frowned, "master, the body of Tianyin only exists in ancient books. We don't know how much effect it can have... Maybe the body of Tianyin has lost its effectiveness after breaking Yuanyin and giving birth to a child."

"You have a point."

Yan Chong's face showed the color of meditation, but he always felt something wrong in his heart. "I'd better check it. My heart is always hanging. I don't feel quite right."

Kirin son is even more wrong.

I haven't shown up once in all these years.

The person who knows you best will always be the enemy and opponent.

In Yan Chong's imagination, even if qilinzi is desperate, he will come to save Yan Xizhi.

He laid a snare and waited for so many years that he didn't even catch a fly.

Is he really dead?

That's why I didn't come to save my wife and avenge my son?

forget it.

Dead or not, it's a waste of survival.

He is now the owner of the Yan family, more powerful than many years ago.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

"You continue to spread your hands and look for people on the Kunlun mountain. Live to see people, die to see corpses!"

Amber: "yes, master."

*

The next day, morning.

Yan Taosu woke up early.

The monks need to absorb the essence of sun and moon and turn them into auras for their own use.

The essence of the sun and moon is that the white spot rises with the sun and moon.

When Mrs. Jiang cooked the meal, Yan Tao just got up.

She sat cross legged in the courtyard and worked her aura. Her white and beautiful face looked even more aura in the sun.

Breakfast is a side dish, congee with fried dough sticks.

The small fried dough sticks are fried by mother-in-law Jiang. They are yellow and attractive.

Young master Yan sat lazily at the table. "Grandma, it's not easy. The boss cooked."

The little old lady hit her grandson on the back of her hand with chopsticks, "smelly boy, wash your hands! Look at your sweat. Your claws are dirtier than your baby."

Yan Tao

Xiao Qi: grandma, tell me, did I pick it up from the trash can?

Yantao: shut up!

The boy got up and went to the well to wash his hands.

Standing in front of the main room, the clouds around the audience raised their eyebrows, and there was a distant smile at the bottom of their eyes.

Yan Xiaozhu, when he eats a little shriveled.

It's cute to look at it like that.

He went to the table and spread out his palm before Mrs. Jiang said, "grandma, I washed my hands."

"It's much more conscious than some people," said Mrs. Jiang with a kind smile and sandwiched a fried dough stick to Yun Kuo. "Eat more."

Yun Kuo: "thank you, grandma."

Yan Tao after washing his hands