Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

"Master, why don't you take advantage of this time to sleep first, or wait for you to wake up and they will find out the reason? Your soul can also go out."

he proposed.

An Jiuyue twitched the corner of her lips again.

She believed them to be big bastards. There are so many books that you can't finish reading them for a few days and nights, right?

What's more...

"You let me sleep?" She looked at Wei Na and raised her finger to herself.

"Uh."

Wei Na choked and smiled embarrassedly.

He forgot that a soul does not need to sleep, and his master's body is still in a coma, so it can be considered to be sleeping.

"Then sit down for a while and I'll accompany you?"

As he said that, he secretly glanced at the scene outside. It is estimated that he will not be able to see it all in a while.

…

Yan family.

The young master Yan Bo fled back with his servants in embarrassment, and his face in this life has probably been thrown away.

"You rubbish, rubbish, you can't even get rid of an outsider. What use does the deity want you to do, just throw them out to feed the beasts."

At this moment, he was throwing a tantrum in his yard because he couldn't save face.

He would never be soft on the people around him. If the poisoned whip hit anyone, it would kill him for half his life.

Take out Half-Life, and that's all good.

Everyone in the Yan family knows that the young master's yard is often replaced by people. As long as he is unhappy, it is common to beat someone to death.

And here, a few people who die will not be cared about, what's more, these people are all servants of the Yan family, and in Yan Bo's eyes, killing them is nothing.

"Bo'er, what are you doing? Are you willing to make your reputation so messed up?"

A half-hundred old man hurried over when he heard the news, and when he saw Yan Bo holding a whip and hitting the people on the body, he suddenly became angry.

"Okay, okay, don't fight, who's messing with you?"

He took the whip from Yan Bo's hand, threw it aside, and asked him.

"It's not that Qian Jiyun, second uncle, you don't know, that **** thing's life is really hard enough, it can't be killed no matter what!"

Yan Bo was very angry, and said indignantly with his hips on his shoulders.

"Qian Jiyun, he's back?"

Uncle Yan was also taken aback when he heard his words.

Qian Jiyun spends only a few months in Wulong Mountain throughout the year.

But even so, his cultivation speed is faster than those of them who have been in Wulong Mountain all the year round.

"You're going to provoke him again? Why are you disobedient? That person is not something you can provoke. Even with our entire Yan family, you can't provoke that person. Do you understand?"

He took a deep breath, wishing he could slap Yan Bo's head.

"What do I know?"

Yan Bo was not convinced, his face was grim, and he was about to jump.

"That's an outsider. How many years has he come to Wulong Mountain? Why can he be one of the heirs of Demon Heart, or the one who can be treated specially?"

He is not convinced, he is also a genius, what is the difference between him and Qian Jiyun.

Of the ten heirs of the devil's heart, he is the one at the bottom of the ranking, and the others are just ahead of him. Those people are all existences that he cannot afford to offend.

But Qian Jiyun, a person who came to Wulong Mountain many years ago, how could he be in front of him?