The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Yun Shaojun was stunned for a long while before turning his eyes around. When he saw his closest aunt An Lingyan, he liked to take his playful uncle An Lingyao, and his hair was more white than before. Lingyang, the consciousness finally woke up slowly.

"Grandpa..." A crying voice overflowed from Yun Shaojun's mouth, "Grandpa, what about my father and mother? They... Are they dead?"

An Lingyang sat by the bed, hugged him in his arms, choked with sobs: "Junjun, it's useless for grandpa, didn't save your father and your mother. It's useless for grandpa!"

"Dad! Mother! Woo---!"

After all, Yun Shaojun was only an eight-year-old child. At this time, he confirmed the death of his parents and couldn't help crying anymore.

An Lingyuan’s wife has always liked the two children the most. At this time, she couldn’t help but red her eyes. “As long as you and An’an live, just live! Junjun and An’an will follow us in the future, and we will treat you as your own. Are you taking care of your children?"

Yun Shaojun cried for a while before wiping away his tears, and his eyes were full of hate, "Grandpa, the man of the Jinwu tribe, the beast that killed the dad and mother in Uda! I must avenge my father and mother. !"

"Your father and mother's revenge has been reported." An Lingyao quickly said, "Jun Jun, the most you want to thank is Xi Yue, he saved you, and he and Xi Er Gongzi killed the Jinwu tribe, just Even Uda died in their hands."

Yun Shaojun was stunned for a long while before sitting on the bed and sternly bowing towards Xiyue.

Xi Yue patted Yun Shaojun's shoulder gently, instructing him not to do these vain rites, but his eyes fell on the little girl Yun Anxin.

I saw that so many things had just happened. The little girl kept her head down, her face pale, her body trembling, as if she was immersed in her own world and could not pull it out.

Xiyue's warm hand gently touched the little girl's forehead, and Yun Anxin immediately shivered violently, as if frightened to avoid it.

But suddenly, as if she felt something, she raised her head timidly and her eyes fell on Xi Yue.

"An An, are you okay?" An Lingyao said nervously, "Is there any pain? Let Uncle take a look!"

However, as soon as An Lingyao spoke, Yun Anxin immediately grabbed Xi Yue's hand in horror, like a frightened bunny, hiding behind Xi Yue's body, his body shivering.

No matter who they were, except Xi Yue and Yun Shaojun, as soon as they spoke, as soon as they approached the girl, she was frightened, and her face was pale and scary. Even An Lingyao wanted to forcibly treat her, she was scared. The ground passed out.

"An'an, An'an--!" Yun Shaojun's face changed in shock, holding his unconscious sister without letting go.

"PTSD (traumatic sequelae)." Xi Yue shook her head, looking at the little girl's pale smile, with pity in her voice.

"Son son, what are you talking about?"

Xi Yue sighed: "An An was too much shocked and frightened, which caused the heart to be closed. This has nothing to do with the disease of the body. It is a psychological obstacle, even if I am powerless."

"Then... what should I do?"

Xiyue reached out and gently stroked the girl's forehead, and after a while, said: "As long as she takes good care of her, let her forget the pain and feel happy, she will get better."

Yun Shaojun's eyes turned red, clenching his fists and said: "I will take good care of my sister."