Mo Qingyang nearly choked on a mouthful of blood. He glared angrily at the girl, thinking, "Why is your mouth so rude?"

Yi Chen is extremely protective of his own. If any male tries to talk to Mo Qingcheng, the brat will glare at him like he's an enemy.

snort!

Do I have no shame?

Mo Qingcheng felt a tightness in her chest, but she couldn't argue with a little girl who was only a few years old. Oh well, the brat's outside the door...

wrong……

That brat is sharp-witted and quick-witted; he might just get himself into trouble if he goes out.

I feel so heartbroken.

Mu Wanqing knew when to stop, as if what she had just experienced was merely an illusion and had nothing to do with her. The little girl's dark eyes were veiled with a faint purple light as she stared intently at Mo Qingcheng, even mentally reenacting the scene.

Mo Qingyang had a bad feeling. Was that brat going to cause him trouble?

So, after taking the pills, why is there no improvement at all? Could the pills have expired?

Suddenly realizing something, Mo Qingyang's face grew even more grim. He had been...poisoned... by the little girl...

The truth is, he spat a mouthful of blood onto her tender little face. She truly is a little witch!

Mu Wan didn't even bother to glance at Mo Qingyang. Anyway... her older brother had given instructions that even if he was a male, or even a mosquito, he couldn't talk to her too much or look at her too much.

snort!

Grandma went easy on me...

Mo Qingcheng was focused on saving lives and naturally had no idea that her little darling had almost suffocated her. Even if she did know, she wouldn't care. The Valley Master of Divine Healer Valley's precious disciple couldn't even manage this much; she shouldn't be eating...

Li Yuanlin's condition was rather bad, and Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly, her hand pausing.

Mu Wanqing and Mo Qingyang asked the question at the same time.

"Mother, what happened?"

"Qingqing, is there any other problem?"

Mo Qingcheng's face darkened, and she slowly nodded: "It's a miracle that this kid survived..."

"Were you poisoned?"

"Mother, could it be that Brother Yuanlin was poisoned when he was little?"

"Congratulations on guessing correctly..." Mo Qingcheng's lips twitched slightly: "Interesting, could this kid's identity... have some hidden story?"

"Mother, can the poison be cured?"

"Qingqing, what kind of poison?"

"Guess..."

What's there to guess?

The two, one big and one small, stared at each other, clearly concerned about something serious. Their mother (Qingqing) wasn't going to tell them the details.

But how can that be?

The two exchanged a glance, then stepped forward, each using one hand to take Li Yuanlin's pulse.

"Hiss..." Mu Wanqing gasped, "Mother, I'm not skilled enough, and Brother Yuanlin is a pitiful wretch. This poison can turn someone into an idiot, right?"

Mo Qingyang nodded: "Soul Devourer..."

“Otherwise… this kid would have gone to have tea with the King of Hell long ago…” Mo Qingcheng said meaningfully.

Mu Wanqing blinked: "Mother, is there a solution?"

Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a smile, "You brat, you really want the antidote?"

The little girl nodded repeatedly without hesitation, then belatedly wanted to shake her head.

"Mother will tell you how to make the antidote pill. Go and refine it, shall we?" Mo Qingcheng flipped her wrist and tossed an antidote pill to her little darling.

Mu Wanqing beamed with joy: "Thank you, Mother!"

Before she finished speaking, the little girl vanished in the blink of an eye.

Mo Qingyang looked at Mo Qingcheng with a wronged expression: "Qingqing, you're being unfair!"

"Shut up!" Mo Qingcheng's brow twitched. "Will my boss let you off the hook?"

"puff!"

That hurts.

Shangguan Yichen, who was innocently blamed outside the door: "..."