Jiang Mingyuan waited in the room for a long time, but before Wen Wanwan could coax him, he became even more angry.

He walked out of the room again and came to Wen Wanguan: "Do you know I'm angry? Is it difficult to coax me?"

Wen Wanguan: "..."

"Call me!"

"Didn't you fight less?"

"You still want to hit me? I'll kill you."

Wen Wanwan looked at Jiang Mingyuan's furious look and couldn't help laughing: "A child with such a big temper will be beaten by society in the future."

"You coax me again, I will beat you."

"Okay, why are Xiao Yuanyuan angry? Tell me, I'll vent your anger for you."

Jiang Mingyuan: "...I'm like a mentally retarded?"

Wen Wanwan looked at him, then nodded seriously: "It really looks like it."

Jiang Mingyuan turned around and left.

Wen Wanguan laughed loudly, this kid is quite interesting.

Jiang Mingyuan became even more angry.

Then he was angry, but he looked like a cub and couldn't resist the invasion of sleepiness and fell asleep with his little face tense.

Wen Wanguan woke up in the middle of the night and went to cover Jiang Mingyuan with a quilt.

Jiang Mingyuan slept very heavily, and Wen Wanguan poked the unhappy face: "The child has such a big temper, no wonder he has a conflict with his family and is going to run away from home."

Thinking of the police that there is no news about Jiang Mingyuan’s relatives so far, Wen Wanguan is a little confused.

Nowadays, technology is developed, and many things are better used than methods of cultivation.

For example, when looking for someone, I just couldn't find Jiang Mingyuan's relatives.

This kid wouldn't have fallen from the sky, right?

Wen Wanguan's eyes fell on his face, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of Jiang Mingyuan's eyebrows flashing. When he looked closely, there was nothing.

"Strange." Wen Wanwan said to herself. She had checked Jiang Mingyuan and there was nothing wrong. He had no spiritual power, neither a demon clan nor a demon clan. Why did there be marks on his eyebrows?

The mark on the eyebrows is unique to the demon race and the demon race. The mark on the demon race is red, while the demon race is black.

But Wen Wanguan just saw the flash of marks was golden.

She kept her guard for a while, but didn't see the mark flashing again, so she left Jiang Mingyuan's room.

Maybe it was a dazzled mistake, Wen Wanwan thought.

At this time, Jiang Mingyuan was in a state of chaos and extremely painful.

His consciousness was clear, but he could not wake up no matter how hard he was.

I have been in the same dream repeatedly, dreaming that a little girl touched her and still was Xiao Taotie herself: "Don't be afraid, I will send you something to eat tomorrow."

"You are not called a monster, why don't I give you a name and call it Mingyuan?"

...

After going back and forth, Jiang Mingyuan remembered these two sentences. He couldn't see what the little girl in the dream looked like, nor could he remember what the subsequent development in the dream would be.

He struggled for a long time, finally escaped from his dream, and sat up and opened his eyes.

In the darkness, his eyes were scarlet and bloodthirsty, extremely terrifying, but soon returned to normal.

Jiang Mingyuan rubbed his little head. The dream made him feel that he had forgotten something, but no matter how he thought about it, he could never remember it.

Forget it.

There will always be a day when I remember it.

Jiang Mingyuan doesn't like to make things difficult for himself.

Now he is in the form of a human cub. Without cultivation, he can't do anything.

Jiang Mingyuan listened carefully to the movements in Wen Wanguan's room, and only breathed gently.

This weak sword cultivator is really not alert at all. Didn’t she notice the evil spirit in this place? She dares to sleep peacefully?
Chapter completed!