Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

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

he suggested.

An Jiuyue twitched the corners of her lips again.

She believes that they are big-headed ghosts. With so many books, she can't finish them all in a few days and nights, right?

What's more...

"You want me to sleep?" She looked at Wei Na and pointed at herself.

"Well."

Wei Na choked and smiled sheepishly.

He forgot that a soul does not need to sleep. His master's body was still in a coma, so it could be considered sleeping.

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

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at the scene outside. He estimated that he wouldn't be able to see it all in just a short while.

…

Yan family.

The young master Yanbo fled back in embarrassment with his servants. He probably lost all his face in this life.

"You are a bunch of trash, rubbish. You can't even get rid of an outsider. What use do I have for you? You might as well throw them out to feed the monsters."

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

He would never be soft-hearted towards the people around him. If the poison-stained whip hit anyone, half of his life would be lost.

Even if you take away half of your life, it's still good.

Everyone in the Yan family knows that the young master's yard changes people frequently, and it is common for him to beat a lot of people to death whenever he is unhappy.

But here, even if a few people die, it won't matter. What's more, these people are all servants of the Yan family. Killing them is nothing in Yan Bo's eyes.

"Bo'er, what are you doing? Do you have to make your reputation such a mess to be willing to do it?"

An old man who was half a hundred years old hurried over after hearing the news. When he saw Yanbo holding a whip and hitting the servants, he suddenly became angry.

"Okay, okay, stop fighting. Who provoked you again?"

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

"It's not that Qian Jiyun. Second uncle, you don't know that the life of that damn thing is really tough. It can't be killed no matter what!"

Yanbo was extremely angry and said angrily with his hands on his hips.

"Qian Jiyun, is he back?"

Uncle Yan was also stunned when he heard what he said.

Qian Jiyun only spent 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 year round.

"Are you going to provoke him again? Why are you disobedient? That person is not someone you can afford to offend. Not even our entire Yan family can afford to offend that person. Do you understand?"

He took a deep breath and wanted to slap Yan Bo on the head.

"What do I know?"

Yan Bo was unconvinced and had a ferocious look on his face, almost jumping to his feet.

"That's a foreigner who has only been in Wulong Mountain for a few years. Why can he become one of the heirs of the Demon Heart, or the one who can be treated specially?"

He is not convinced. He is also a genius. How is he inferior to Qian Jiyun?

Among the ten demon heart heirs, he is the one at the bottom, and the others are in front of him. Those people are all existences that he cannot afford to offend.

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