Chapter 316 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 11
The wizard stared at the person, stepped up, and walked over.
Everyone also came over.
Wan Fan was vigilant and quietly turned Fu Chen behind him, preventing him from showing his face.
The wizard was a very young man named "Zhenren". After he became a wizard, he predicted an earthquake in the first year. Three days later, the prince was born, and he predicted the future of the prince: destroying the king and overthrowing the country.
The father killed the mother.
Everyone associated the earthquake with the prophecy of the eldest prince, and believed that the arrival of Wanchang caused the earthquake.
He was also given the name "Cran".
The man has an expressionless face, like a doll, with a slender figure and a cool temperament that automatically brings him to the identity of a mountain immortal.
Wan Fan raised his head in hostility, his eyes bulging with anger.
"Ouch." Fuchen grabbed Wanchang and stood up, showing his hands from his shoulders.
But she was too small and completely covered.
The man was somewhat interested in the child and said, "Show me."
Wanchang is hostile and not allowed.
The servant on the side rushed over in three steps, and was immediately alerted by Wan Fan. He grabbed Fuchen with his backhand and still protected him behind him so that no one could see him. He took out a dagger from his waist and pointed it at the servant, "What do you want to do?"
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The servant paused, not expecting Wan Fan to move so quickly.
Wizard Zhenren said, "I just want to see her bones."
"Then you decide her life or death arbitrarily?" Wan Fan turned around and asked, his words full of gunpowder. He was like a fierce calf, protecting the little one behind him.
Fuchen didn't know why, so he thought he was hiding, so he giggled, grabbed Wanchang's clothes and covered his head, thinking he was well hidden.
The wizard looked over and saw nothing. He blinked twice, said nothing, and turned around to leave.
This episode is irrelevant.
No one cared at all.
In the early morning of the next day, under the sunshine, Wan Nuan was writing straightly as usual.
Fuchen had just eaten and was not very sleepy yet. He was crawling and playing on the wooden board under the eaves in front of the door.
Wan Fan was writing, occasionally paying attention to her.
The rising sun in the morning shines in the forest, setting its afterglow, and dewdrops are still hanging on the leaves of the grass.
The air is so refreshing.
The little princes also rushed over and saw Fuchen crawling in front of the door. Someone was teasing her with cakes, "Come here. Come here. Come here."
"Hey, hehe." Someone was playing with her, and Fuchen crawled over with a smile.
The figure immediately went beyond the wooden door.
"Floating dust." Wan Fan shouted.
"Here you go." The second prince threw the cake in his hand to the ground, and the cake rolled next to Fuchen.
Fuchen picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth.
Wan Fan stuck his head out and saw the actions of the second prince and Fu Chen.
As if in shock, Wan Fan rushed over quickly. The speed was so fast that in the blink of an eye, the cake was blown away.
The second prince raised his head and looked at Wanchang, dumbfounded and daring not to move, with a look of horror on his face.
This big brother who only exists in legends has always appeared in the image of "monster", "curse" and "evil", and his appearance also gives people a strong sense of oppression.
This kind of oppression, the second prince felt was more terrifying than his father.
Wan Fan squatted down and dug his fingers into Fu Chen's throat.
The food in Fuchen's mouth was picked out, and his throat felt uncomfortable. He cried when he opened his mouth, "Uuuu——"
I don't know if Wanfan is poisonous.
He walked over, picked up the cakes, and walked back.
The men next to the prince immediately stepped forward to protect him.
Wan Fan raised his foot and kicked the two of them away, grabbed the second prince and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Ah--" The second prince couldn't shout out before he was choked by a big mouthful of pastry.
The chin was lifted suddenly, and he swallowed.
"Uh-" The second prince only felt his throat swelling and pain. He swallowed the food without chewing it. He choked and his stomach became even more bloated.
"How presumptuous!" The servant stood up, grabbed Wanchang and started to beat him.
A whip fell on Wanchang's back faster.
"Crack."
The servant stared at Wan Fan and said, "No games allowed."
The second prince's servant stared at Wanchang and his servants, not knowing what to do.
The prince pinched his throat and wanted to vomit. He looked at the servant. Under the whip of the servant, the tall monster "big prince" grabbed the children on the ground and entered the house obediently.
The servant seems to be a brave man guarding the dragon.
But regardless of whether there is this brave man or not, this "big prince" is like a giant dragon, like a monster, ready to come out and bite at any time.
Fuchen was dragged back to the house by her clothes, but she was still in a daze. When the person landed on the ground, she immediately crawled out again "Ahhhhhhhhhh".
Wan Fan pulled his leg back with one hand, then raised one foot and pressed it down to prevent him from moving.
"ah."
"ah."
Fuchen struggled, trying to crawl back. Unfortunately, his spine was pressed by Wanchang's thigh.
Until Fuchen got tired from struggling and lay down on the ground to sleep.
Wan Fan pulled the man back and put him in a basket to sleep.
The Master would take a break for half an hour to burn incense. The little princes would play around.
At this time, Fuchen seemed to hear the voice of a child, as if he had heard a call and woke up. He crawled out of the basket and was about to go out.
Sometimes when Wan Fan concentrates on writing, he neglects the floating dust and crawls out on its own.
After a while, there was a cry of "ahhh".
Wan Fan ran out and saw Fu Chen had a red mark on his face.
When Wan Fan looked over, the little princes stepped back one after another, their eyes evasive.
The servants were already chasing him out with long whips.
Wan Fan calmed down, his eyes fell on the second prince's hand, and he kicked him in the chest.
The second prince took three steps back and fell to the ground, trembling and afraid to move.
The long whip fell, Wan Fan grabbed the whip, stretched out his hand, and the servant was dragged forward and fell forward. Wan Fan grabbed the whip, "Crack!" "Crack!" "Pack!" and whipped three times.
Throw the whip to the servant.
Pick up the crying Fuchen and go back.
"Cry, cry, cry! Cry and you have to go out!" Wan Fan scolded, pressing his nose with his fingers.
"Uh-" Fuchen blew his nose, opened his mouth and cried, with tears in his eyes, looking at Wan Bran, pitifully.
Wan Fan remained calm and said, "I will count to three times and you are not allowed to cry anymore."
"Ah——" Fuchen didn't care.
"three."
"ah--"
"two."
"Ah——" Fuchen turned his head and cried.
"one."
Fuchen closed his mouth and sobbed, saying nothing.
Fuchen loves to crawl and be active. No one plays with her, so she grabs Wanchang and crawls around. She hides under Wanchang's hands or climbs on Wanchang's back.
Wanchang remained motionless and allowed him to play.
The floating dust crawled around on its own again, crawling around the house.
Sometimes, the master would tease her, but more often, he would just play by himself.
Another dull day passed.
When I was going to school in the early morning, there was another blind prince teasing Fuchen with cakes.
"Come here. Come here." The little prince put his hands on the raised wooden porch and stood at the front door, attracting the dust in the house.
Wan Fan looked at him sideways, his temperament was very cold.
The little prince was stunned. He grabbed half of the pastry and stuffed it into his mouth. The rest was still in his outstretched hand. His eyes were staring at Wanchang warily.
The floating dust is like a dog that only smells meat, swishing away and grabbing the cakes to eat.
The second prince came over and shouted, "Don't move!"
He walked step by step while holding his body, his steps were a little weird.
The sixth prince stared blankly.
Fuchen chewed the pastry and looked at it.
The second prince stepped forward and shook the cake away, pinching Fuchen's mouth to withhold food.
The food that reaches the mouth will escape again.
Fuchen said "Hmm" and hid behind, turned around and crawled towards Wanchang.
The second prince looked at Wan Fan stiffly.
Wan Fan held the pen in his hand and looked at the person calmly.
The two looked at each other for only two seconds before the second prince pulled the sixth prince and turned around and ran away.
Seeing this, Wan Fan said nothing and looked back at Fu Chen.
Fuchen's cheeks were moving and moving, but he was still eating cakes with concentration.
