Ayao led the way, taking everyone around several rockeries, and finally saw a small house behind the rockery.
"There is a formation here!" Yun Zhinan frowned, but this formation is even more powerful than the entire Tang family's restrictions. It seems that there are very important people living in this house.
Yun Zhinan tried several times but failed to break through the restriction.
"Let's go together!" Xiaodouzi said, stepping forward to attack the formation with Yun Zhinan.
Xuan Qing also stepped forward and stood with the two of them. Slowly, there were fluctuations outside the house.
"Hurry in!" Yun Zhinan shouted in a deep voice, finally tearing a hole in the restriction.
Anyi quickly entered.
Yun Zhinan glanced at Xuanqing, and Xuanqing nodded.
Yun Zhinan put away his skills, picked up Xiaodouzi, and the two of them followed An Yi into the house.
Xuanqing struggled to support himself alone.
A Yao silently stepped forward, stood beside Xuan Qing, and helped Xuan Qing withstand it.
Xuan Qing felt the powerful force. He was slightly stunned and turned to look at A Yao.
Ayao smiled faintly.
Xuan Qing didn¡¯t expect that A Yao, a little maid, could actually know the mystic arts. It was really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon around An Yi.
An Yi and Yun Zhinan entered the house with Xiaodouzi, and were immediately greeted by guards in black.
Yun Zhinan dragged the guards, and An Yi took Xiaodouzi towards the backyard.
"Mother, this is it!" Xiaodouzi pointed at the small west courtyard in front of him and shouted.
Anyi opened the door and saw a female doll wearing a blue coat sitting on the threshold of the door, with a chubby little face, big eyes, and a pair of deep dimples, waiting to smile at An Yi.
Looking at that smile, An Yi's heart suddenly melted. She stepped forward and was about to pick up Little Lanfu, when she saw twenty or thirty guards in black pouring out from all directions and suddenly stopped An Yi and Xiao Douzi.
"Mother, I'll stop them. You take your sister and leave quickly!" Xiaodouzi said, taking out a stack of spells from the bag on his back, muttering something in his mouth, and then lighting them all at once. The spells fell to the ground, and they all changed. He turned into a paper man and attacked the guards in black.
An Yi did not expect that Xiaodouzi's mystical skills were so powerful, but these black-clothed guards were not ordinary people. They were guards who had been raised by the Hua family for many years, and they all knew the mystic arts themselves. They quickly saw through Xiaodouzi's deceit and removed the paper figures. They were all trampled underfoot.
"What a trick!" The leader, a man in black, shouted coldly. With a wave of his hand, the guards in black rushed towards An Yi and Xiaodouzi.
"Bad guy, big bad guy!" Little Lanfu suddenly jumped up and stepped forward to grab the hem of the leading black-clad guard.
The guard in black was stunned for a moment. He knew that there was no way he would dare to touch a little girl like Baby Hua Ci'er, but if he didn't move
Just when the black-clothed guard was hesitating, little Lanfu ran past the black-clothed guard and ran towards Anyi.
"Where to run!" The black-clothed guard shouted in a deep voice. Although he did not dare to touch Little Lanfu easily, he would not be able to explain to Hua Ci'er if Little Lanfu ran away.
The black-clothed guard quickly stepped forward and was about to hug the little blue bird. At this moment, a red shadow came rushing towards him. His swaying clothes were as gentle as clouds coated with red color by the sunset, and his incredibly soft and long blue silk silk. The shocking snow-white complexion was exposed underneath, like an immortal floating leisurely on the clouds in the sky. In the blink of an eye, he held little Lanfu in his arms.
An Yi paused for a moment, looking at the man's face with a sense of joy, like the water surging under the ice in the middle of winter, finally finding a spring that looks forward to spring. It was piercing to the core, unforgettable, and moved, like the end of winter. Spring returns and everything revives, the drizzle moistens the heart, penetrates into the whole body and trembles, heats the limbs and bones, but there is no way to be grateful
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