Rebirth: A Female Forensic Doctor

Suddenly, a stronger floral fragrance wafted in, wrapping her around and relieving her discomfort. Her mind suddenly became clear. Suddenly she turned her head, and a huge ghost flame flower appeared behind her at some point.

Ye Fan was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the ghost flame flower that was taller than her that she sat down, blinked her eyes, raised her head, and looked at the flower branch that jumped back two steps like a naughty child, as if being caught by

Also scared.

Compared with this ghost flame flower, she is as small as an ant.

At this time, Ye Fan already felt that she might be in a dream, so the appearance of such a huge ghost fire flower that would never appear in reality did not make her feel strange.

She also thought about the bud light curtain that suddenly shot out from between her eyebrows when she was fighting against the mysterious black fog, and this ghost flame flower was still in bud state. Could it be that it was the bud between her eyebrows that entered her dream? Or was it her dream?

Coming to the world of buds?

Ye Fan stood up and turned around the flower branch, and the flower bud also hung down towards her, so that she could see that the flower bud had already unfolded one petal, and another one was still about to bloom.

"Hey, what is that?" When the flower buds were hanging down to play with her, Ye Fan's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of something on the petals.

As soon as she thought about it, she floated without wind. When she was level with the flower buds, the things on the petals came into her eyes.

"Why is there a child sleeping here?" Ye Fan looked at the little boy lying on his back on the petals in surprise.

He was wearing a silk red robe, with long black hair spread across the petals, a pair of small hands folded on his abdomen, a round face, his eyes closed, and he was sleeping peacefully.

Ye Fan's eyes were fixed on his face, and his dark pupils suddenly lit up, as if he had suddenly discovered some rare treasure.

"Ah, why does this little boy look so much like that bastard Ming Jiu? Is he a treasure from the ocean?" Ye Fan squatted beside the sleeping little boy and said this to himself, then quickly shook his head in denial: "Ming Jiu

Even the way that guy chases girls is so clumsy, it only makes people angry, and no woman is willing to give him a child."

After saying that, Ye Fan pouted and hummed a few times, then quietly stretched out a finger to poke his brow, and said with emotion: "This is the nine babies in my mind, Ming Jiu that bastard nine balls"

, it will only make me angry."

At this moment, the little boy's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a wisp of purple light passed through his eyes.

Ye Fan poked and prodded, and found that the little boy under his hand opened his eyes. A pair of purple eyes were so beautiful that she was fascinated.

There was still a bit of confusion in the little boy's eyes. His long eyelashes blinked, and Ye Fan blinked accordingly, and the two looked at each other.

Ye Fan came back to his senses, quickly retracted his hand, but moved his face very close, with a soft and friendly smile at the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Kid, who are you? Why are you here?

?”

Just when the little boy was about to speak, he was shocked by her move towards him and his whole body stiffened. The confusion in his eyes quickly faded away, replaced by shyness and joy. A faint blush appeared on his cheeks, and even the roots of his ears turned red.

Seeing this, Ye Fan's old mother's heart was struck like this. She was so cute that the little boy looked so adorable. Also, the little boy looked like a smaller version of Ming Jiu. She felt like it as soon as she saw it.

She was so fond of him that she couldn't help but bring her face closer, staring at his red cheeks, resisting the urge to rub her hands a few times.

The little boy's face turned even redder when the scent of a woman hit him, and he shyly asked, "What do you want to do?" His voice was soft and cute, like a little lady being teased.

Ye Fan finally couldn't help but stretched out his evil hand, put it on his fair and tender little face, and rubbed it like a bully teasing a decent woman, he chuckled and said: "Little cutie, what do you think I want to do?

"

The little boy's face was rubbed so hard that it became distorted, but he still allowed her to do whatever she wanted without any intention of stopping her. After hearing her words, his already blushing face became even redder, and his purple eyes lowered shyly.

, said in a cute voice: "You and I haven't gotten married yet, are you... a little anxious?"

Ye Fan paused in the rubbing action and looked at the little boy in surprise. The light in his eyes flickered, which made the little boy very hot. He tweaked it and said, "Then, if you really

If I want to...I can..."

The surprise in Ye Fan's eyes was even worse. He raised his hand, patted his forehead gently, and said with a chuckle: "You little brat, who taught you that these messy things look like a nine-ball?

Are the brains made of the same model? Are the brain circuits always so weird?"

As she said that, she took back her hand and touched her smooth chin. Her dark eyes stared thoughtfully at this miniature version of Ming Jiu's face, and doubted: "You are not the one who has rejuvenated Ming Jiu, are you? You have practiced.

In Tianshan Tonglao’s Eight Desolations and Liuhe, am I the only one who respects the merits?”

When the little boy saw that she had retracted her hand, she also moved farther away from him. His purple eyes flashed with regret and loss.

Hearing her words, there was still doubt in her eyes, and remembering her closeness to him just now, her eyes moved, and she sat up, her red robe moved with it, and her long eyelashes were like two butterfly wings.

He fanned himself, tilted his head, and said in a sweet voice, "Who is Ming Jiu? Sister, who are you?"

As soon as he said this, the hesitation in Ye Fan's eyes faded, he squatted next to him, stretched out his hand, and said with a gentle smile: "Ming Jiu is a jerk, don't pay attention, my name is Ye Fan, what is your name, kid?"

"

"My name is Jiu Baobao." The little boy also stretched out his hand, and put his chubby little hand into her palm. The smile on his face couldn't help but deepen, revealing two cute dimples.

"Nine babies?" Ye Fan paused for a moment while holding hands with him. He was also called nine babies? Is this really just a dream of hers? Because she was too obsessed with the nine babies in her imagination, so she

Construct a miniature version of Ming Jiu’s Nine Baby in a dream.

But this dream is too real.

The floral fragrance of the Nether Spirit Flame Flower and the touch on Jiu Baobao's face are as real as reality.

"Well." The little boy seemed to have read through Ye Fan's mind. His clever eyes rolled again, and he said in a cute childish way: "This is the flower soul world of the Underworld Flame Flower. I, I am

Flower Soul."

As soon as the little boy finished speaking, the flower buds began to sway, and a faint white mist sprayed out from the center of the flower, bringing a strong floral fragrance, just like an angry bull spraying white mist.

As soon as the flower buds moved, the petals under their feet swayed.

Ye Fan stood unsteadily, and the tip of his nose suddenly burst into an intoxicating fragrance of flowers. He suddenly felt as if he was drunk. He was dizzy and his steps were sloppy. When he couldn't stand steadily, he dropped the petals, and his consciousness fell into it.

Boundless darkness.