"I won't let you hurt my daughter!" Mingjing broke into a cold sweat after hearing this. She picked up the kitchen knife in her hand and slashed at Yan Ling's bedroom door.
Mingjing finally cut a hole into the thin wooden door bit by bit.
Mingjing looked through the hole and saw Yan Quan'an standing beside Yan Ling's bed covered in blood, her hands pinching Yan Ling's neck fiercely.
Yan Ling's eyes were closed tightly, her little face was already black and blue, her whole body was trembling, and she muttered two syllables in her mouth, "Dad..."
Mingjing dropped a kitchen knife and reached into the hole in the door to twist the door handle inside.
The splinters of wood scratched the skin of her hands, piercing her flesh like steel needles.
But whether it's inside or outside, the door handle still can't be turned open.
Mingjing wanted to retract her hand and continue cutting the door with the kitchen knife.
Yan Quan'an turned back to look at the door, and said fiercely to Mingjing: "Seeking death!"
A bleeding hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed Mingjing's hand before she could retract it, pulled it inward, and twisted her arm, trying to break Mingjing's arm entirely.
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Mingjing was so painful that she broke into a cold sweat. She looked at the broken sawdust on the door panel and dug into her arm one by one. She could even hear the sound of the bones in her arm breaking and dislocating.
As Yan Quan'an turned around to deal with Ming Jing, the pressure on Yan Ling's neck relaxed a lot, and he made a violent choking sound.
To Mingjing, Yan Ling's painful coughing sounds were as beautiful as the sounds of nature.
Yan Quan'an obviously felt this, and threw away Mingjing's hand and turned back to pinch Yan Ling's neck.#@$&
Mingjing, however, grabbed Yan Quan'an's hand with her backhand and refused to let go.
The sticky flesh and blood was as disgusting as mud, but it was cold and bone-chilling when held in the hand. Yan Quan'an cursed and broke off Mingjing's fingers one by one.
Mingjing almost fainted from the pain.
But she knew that if she fainted and died, her daughter's life would really be taken away by this evil ghost!
She endured the pain in one hand, swung the kitchen knife in the other hand, and continued to chop at the door.%&(&
The door was finally opened by Mingjing.
She rushed in with a kitchen knife.
Yan Quan'an let go of her hand, which had all five fingers broken off, and retreated towards the window.
Mingjing discovered that Yan Quan'an was actually afraid of the kitchen knife in her hand.
Only then did she remember that the kitchen knife in her hand was the same kitchen knife that killed Yan Quan'an.
Yan Ling curled up and twitched into a ball on the bed, her face was red, and it looked like her high fever had not gone away.
Yan Quan'an looked at Yan Ling on the bed unwillingly, and looked at the kitchen knife in Mingjing's hand with some fear, hesitating and not daring to come over.
Mingjing's whole body was covered in blood, and she didn't know whether it was the blood on Yan Quan'an's body or the blood on her own arm.
"Come here! As long as you dare to come here, I will kill you again!" Ming Jing walked towards Yan Quan'an step by step.
Yan Quan'an looked at Ming Jing sinisterly, a large amount of blood suddenly poured out of his ferocious face, and a strange black aura emerged from his body.
He raised his hand and waved fiercely at Mingjing. Mingjing suddenly felt a huge force rushing towards her, and she was knocked away.
The kitchen knife in his hand also fell to the ground with a clang.
Yan Quan'an stretched out a bloody arm towards Mingjing again, and a touch as cold as mud appeared on Mingjing's neck. Mingjing felt that her neck was suddenly pinched hard, and her whole body was lifted into the air.
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"You want to kill me again, but it's a pity that you don't have the ability!"
Yan Anan said cautiously, I will kill you first, and after absorbing your soul, I will become stronger!
Mingjing felt that the mud between her neck was getting tighter and tighter, her breathing became more and more difficult, and her vision became increasingly blurry.
A large amount of blood gushed out from Yan Quan'an's body. The bright red blood covered the insteps, ankles, the bed where Yan Ling was lying, and Yan Ling's body. Finally, the whole room was filled with turbulent, flood-like blood.
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Despair and fear, together with the smelly blood, completely overwhelmed Ming Jing. At this moment, she knew that she and her daughter were all finished. Whether Yan Anan was alive or dead, she was no match for him.
A loud rooster crow woke up the sleepy Mingjing.
The flood of blood all over the house disappeared in an instant, a ray of sunlight peeked in from the window, and Yan An'an's ferocious face also disappeared in an instant.
Mingjing was lying on the ground, with a gleaming kitchen knife at her feet, and behind her was the door that she had cut almost in half.
Her entire left hand was covered with black and blue scratches, and her five originally thin fingers were swollen like sausages. The finger bones were probably broken, and the slightest movement caused excruciating pain.
Mingjing didn't bother to check her injuries. She struggled to get up from the ground and rushed to Yan Ling's bedside to check her daughter's condition.
There were black and blue finger marks on Yan Ling's neck. The high fever had not gone away. His brows were tightly knitted together, his face was pale and blue, and his breathing was rapid.
"Mom, I seem to be dreaming about dad. He wants to take me away!"
Yan Ling opened her eyes, full of fear, and cried to Ming Jing.
Mingjing tremblingly hugged Yan Ling tightly into her arms.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a nightmare. Mom won't let anyone hurt you, even if that person is your father!" Mingjing patted Yan Ling and comforted softly.
"Mom, my head hurts so much, I want to sleep for a while!" After Yan Ling said this softly in Mingjing's arms, she tilted her head and passed out.
Mingjing struggled to get up, and after cleaning herself up, she was ready to go out and buy some fever-reducing medicine for Yan Ling.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw the messenger from Liuyun Temple standing outside.
"Have you considered?"
The messenger asked Ming Jing: "Do you want to send your daughter to Liuyun Temple to worship the fairy as your godmother?"
"I have to go out to see a doctor now. My daughter is sick." Mingjing replied.
"Your daughter's illness is a deficiency caused by Yin Qi entering the body. No matter how good a doctor is, you can't save your daughter. Only Fairy Liuyun can save your daughter's life." The messenger looked at Ming Jing and said.
"Does it mean that as long as my daughter takes the fairy as her godmother, the fairy can protect my daughter's life?"
Mingjing asked the messenger tremblingly.
"Of course, Fairy Goddess will bless her followers!"
The messenger replied: "As long as you let your daughter worship the fairy as your godmother, the fairy will take away the evil spirits in your family so that they can no longer harm you and your daughter, and she will also cure the injuries and diseases on you and your daughter."
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As he spoke, the messenger glanced at Ming Jing's green and black arms, took out a small glass bottle from his body, poured out some green liquid from it, and gently applied it on the skin of Ming Jing's arms.
A refreshing and cool feeling came from Mingjing's arm. Miraculously, the purple finger marks and black bruises disappeared little by little, and her arm returned to its original color.