The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

Before Bei Yehan could say anything, Bei Yening waved his hands and interrupted him.

"Actually, you don't have to go to such trouble at all. Mom is always the best to you. You are my heart. As for us... well, it must be the dead skin that Mom rubs off when she takes a shower every day."

"Bei Yening, what are you talking about?!"

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering roar, which scared Bei Yening so much that he dodged and ran away far away in the blink of an eye.

"If you can't catch me, you can't catch me."

While running, he turned his head and made faces at Bei Yeyi.

Bei Yeyi's face was filled with anger as he chased after Bei Yening.

"Fourth brother, what's wrong with you? You've been practicing for too long, are you tired?" Another familiar voice came from behind, that was Bei Yemo's voice.

"You...why are you here?" Bei Yehan looked at him.

"Second brother is not here, where else can he go?" Bei Yemo glanced at him and shook his head.

"I told you not to think about cultivation all day, and my family doesn't expect you to kill monsters to make money. These are all things my father will do, and my second brother will also go to the Rift Valley to kill monsters, so I won't starve you. "

Bei Yehan: "..."

Killing monsters to make money is something only poor people do. The Beiye clan is a royal family, so why do they need to do such a thing?

"Why are we here? Why don't we go back to the Ghost Palace?"

After opening his mouth, he still asked. No matter where he was now, he always had to understand the situation first before making plans.

"Ghost Palace? Are you crazy?"

When Bei Yemo heard what he said, he looked at him mockingly.

"The Ghost Palace belongs to the Ghost King. How can we enter? We are not afraid of being beheaded."

"King of Ghosts, Bei... No, isn't she the King of Ghosts?" Bei Yehan asked.

"Shhh."

Hearing Bei Yehan's words, Bei Yemo covered his mouth with one hand and put the other on his own lips, his face full of nervousness.

"You brat, are you crazy? You dare to say such nonsense. If the Ghost King finds out, our whole family will die."

"Why?" Bei Yehan asked again.

"You brat, you must have become confused while practicing martial arts. Have you forgotten that my mother was kicked out of the ghost palace by the ghost king and sent to fend for herself here? The current ghost palace is not something we can mention. Don't talk nonsense in the future. Yes."

Bei Yemo warned in a low voice.

Bei Yehan: "..."

He knew that Bei Yeyi had killed his brother who could inherit the title of Ghost King in order to seize the throne, but he had no such idea in his heart. He never thought that Bei Yeyi was the one who failed that year.

Such a fantasy is so strange.

"Let's go, let's go eat. If you get hungry, my mother will beat us to death."

He stretched out his hand and pulled Bei Yehan's sleeve, dragging him towards the wooden house.

There was a small table in the wooden house, with some bowls and chopsticks on it, some fried vegetables, a few bowls of rice, and nothing else.

"Is this food?"

he asked, surprised.

Bei Ye is used to being well-dressed and well-dressed, how can he be used to such a meal? And Bei Yemo, in his impression, as long as he wanted something, he had it all by himself, so how could he think of sharing it with others?

Sure enough, today's sun rises from the west.

"Why, I hate it. It would be nice to have something to eat. I don't know where tomorrow's food will be." Bei Yemo curled his lips and said.