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Zhao Changyuan held his wife and son behind him, his eyebrows were as angry as if:

"What's my son's fault?"

"Hehe..." The old man in purple and blue robe shook his head with a smile, and the woman in jade robe stood behind him and slapped Zhao Changyuan with a palm.

The wind was howling, and suddenly the surroundings were like wind and rain. The palm of the woman in the jade white robe did not look like the palm before, leaving room for room, but wanted to wipe Zhao Changyuan directly.

"Senior Brother! Back!"

An angry shout sounded, and the rubble in the eaves also raked. A black-shirted swordsman flew over and slashed at the old man and the woman with a sword.

"Little Junior Brother?" Zhao Changyuan was puzzled. After he was expelled from the sword tomb for some things, he had long since broken contact with his former brothers. How did the younger junior brother know that he was in trouble today?

The sword energy and palm power entangled, spreading out the extremely powerful aura. The black-shirted swordsman protected Zhao Changyuan and said in a deep voice:

"Senior brother, it's not the time to speak. Please take your sister-in-law and nephew away first."

Zhao Changyuan was not shy, nodded and responded, and took his wife and son and stepped back cautiously.

As Zhao Changyuan left, the picture in front of Zhao Wujiang became more and more hazy until it was difficult to see clearly.

Finally, Zhao Wujiang saw a black-shirt swordsman holding a three-foot green breeze. With his angry shout, the green breeze turned into countless dark fragments and flew towards the old man and the woman.

The picture came to an abrupt end, and Zhao Wujiang felt the fog churning around him.

An anxious voice from a gentle woman rang:

"Brother Changyuan, what's wrong with Awu? He... Why doesn't he cry or make a fuss? Look... Look!"

"Those people are from Miaojiang, and Awu should have been attacked..." Zhao Changyuan's voice contained anger, sighing, and wondering:

"Go to Uncle San's house first. He has excellent medical skills and should have a solution..."

The fog continued to surging, and Zhao Wujiang's heart was tense. He knew that the gentle woman was probably his mother, and Zhao Changyuan should be his father. As for the baby in his arms, he was when he was a child.

He didn't expect that when he was a child, he actually got hit by the Loulan Gu, but why was his body not abnormal?

"Cruff." The sound of the door being pushed open rang out.

"Changyuan? Yao'er? What's wrong? Hurry up, sit inside." A mellow and low voice came. Zhao Wujiang knew that this was when his third uncle Zhao Shou was young.

"Uncle San, Awuzhong and southern Xinjiang are poisonous. Look at saving him..."

Then there was a whizzing sound, like a baby being taken over and was opening the swaddle to diagnose.

Then there was a long silence, followed by Zhao Shou's sigh:

"Loulan Holy Gu!

Why did Ah Wu get this kind of insect? Changyuan, have you become a grudge with them?"

"No, today, when the people from Miaojiang suddenly found us, they were about to launch a killer, and they didn't seem to be coming to me, but to Awu, the child." Zhao Changyuan was confused and angry.

"It's hard to solve..." Zhao Shou's voice was deep:

"It will take a few more days to wait until the insect is found before finding it out, and then we can find a way..."

There were only sounds in the vast world. Zhao Wujiang listened quietly, and kept hearing the voices of his parents and his third uncle, as if discussing something.

During this period, Xiao Zhao Wujiang never made any crying sounds, quiet and quiet, only his mother kept crying and blaming herself.

I don’t know how long it took, but a cry finally rang out.

The fog in front of Zhao Wujiang was quickly dissipating, and the scene appeared in a strange house. There were a lot of medicinal materials piled up in the house, with several rows of bookshelves, and the bookshelf were filled with medicinal books.

On the wooden table, there were three people staring at Xiao Zhao Wujiang who was crying on the wooden table.

"This is the best time to investigate the Loulan Holy Gu."

The third uncle Zhao Shou had black hair mixed with silver threads. He frowned and touched the bones on Xiao Zhao Wujiang for diagnosis. His expression was not worried at first, but as the diagnosis was diagnosed, it became heavier.

Xiao Zhao Wujiang held his hands, cried tirelessly, and even his tender voice began to hoarsely.
Chapter completed!