Chapter 884 - 884 Blood Rakshasa Shows His Might, Tearing The Sang Family Apart (3)

884 Blood Rakshasa Shows His Might, Tearing The Sang Family Apart (3)

Therefore, Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen were definitely not unwilling to save Qing Yan in order to live, but because they had a mission. They were also determined to die to obtain news about the Sang family.

Qing Yan’s reaction touched Shadow Six. Not only did he not blame them for abandoning him, but he was also so worried about them—

Shadow Six suddenly said, “Wait, how did you know that the Sang family has a Blood Rakshasa?”

Qing Yan raised his eyebrows. “I’m not telling you!”

Shadow Six: “Hey—”

Shadow Thirteen was not led by the nose by Qing Yan. He continued, “I feel that the Blood Rakshasa we encountered when we turned back is stronger than the one we chased out. Also, for some reason, he went crazy.”

Qing Yan laughed. “How can he not go crazy when his son is gone?”

Shadow Six was stunned. “Son? You mean… the Blood Rakshasa who chased after us? They’re father and son?”

Qing Yan did not answer him. Instead, he patted his chest. “It’s a male Rakshasa. Gu God bless him. That little fellow is wearing a woman’s clothes. I thought the Great Rakshasa was a woman!”

“What do you mean by that?” Shadow Six asked in confusion. Wasn’t it just that they didn’t return for a night? Why did he feel that they had missed each other for the rest of their lives!!!

Qing Yan vividly told the two of them about capturing the little Rakshasa. The two of them were dumbfounded. The other Blood Rakshasa was actually a child?

Shadow Six said in shock, “Then… what does Young Master plan to do with him… it?” Strictly speaking, Rakshasa could no longer be considered a human.

“Of course we have to get rid of such an evil thing,” Yan Jiuchao said indifferently. “Continue, what else did you find in the forbidden area?”

Shadow Thirteen said seriously, “That Blood Rakshasa was willing to be raised by the Sang family. From the tone of Master Sang, he seems to be an old acquaintance. Shadow Six saw him.”

“Draw it,” Yan Jiuchao said.

“Yes!” Shadow Six took Grandma’s pen and paper and drew the face in his mind.

When they saw the face in the portrait, everyone was stunned.

…

In the courtyard where birds were chirping and flowers were fragrant, the wind was gentle and the sun was bright.

The little fellows ran around the courtyard. When they found out that they could not sit still in the courtyard and always slipped into the depths of the Nether Mountain, Sikong Changfeng considerately found novel things for the little black eggs and built a beautiful small swing.

The three little black eggs liked swings.

“It’s my turn! It’s my turn!” Er’bao had already played ten times. Xiaobao couldn’t wait.

After Er’bao landed, he gave the swing to Xiaobao while he and Dabao pushed him. Yu Wan was comfortably basking in the sun on a rattan chair at the side. She touched her gradually bulging stomach and her gaze landed on the little fellows with a gentle smile.

In the courtyard next door, Little Rakshasa was tied up by a black iron chain and guarded by two Level Three Asura Kings of the Sikong family. Unfortunately, other than Yan Jiuchao, Little Rakshasa was not afraid of anyone. They could not keep an eye on him at all.

Little Rakshasa’s pressure trembled and the two Level Three Asura Kings fell asleep.

Little Rakshasa broke free from the black iron chain and flashed into Yu Wan’s courtyard. He leaned his little body behind the moon door and stuck out his round little head to look at Yu Wan in the courtyard without blinking, as well as the little black egg swinging on the swing beside Yu Wan.

“Wow! It’s so high! So high!” Xiaobao felt like he was going to fly and cried out in excitement.

Little Rakshasa’s eyes widened as he watched enviously and curiously.

“Alright, stop playing. Go drink some water.” Yu Wan brought the little black eggs back into the house.

Little Rakshasa flashed to the swing with a whoosh! As soon as Xiaobao left, the swing was still swaying. Little Rakshasa reached out with his thin finger and carefully touched the swing before retracting it.

After touching it a few times, he licked his lips and sat down like Xiaobao.

No one pushed Little Rakshasa.

Little Rakshasa used his internal energy to swing the swing up, once, once, and again.