on.Only through unity can the people be spared from war.So she developed a variety of weapons, also to make it easier for Mo Yunjing and others to win, and to achieve unification more quickly.It's a p...Seeing the menacing crowd, Eleven's face darkened as she instinctively stepped in front of the two of them.

He patted his waist, clearly wanting to take out a signaling device to send a signal to his people.

But at this moment, An Xuetang spoke, "Eleven, there's no need to alarm anyone else about this small matter. We can handle it ourselves."

A hint of surprise flashed across Ten Eyes' gaze. He subconsciously glanced at Mo Yunjing, seeing him nod slightly, and he then lowered his hand from his waist.

At this time, the group of people had already rushed to their front, with a dozen or so monks and a group of officials' wives and daughters.

That group of noble ladies rushed over, surrounding the children one by one. They wailed and cried like their children had been harmed.

But to them, it seemed like something was wrong, after all, these kids were pinned down by eleven o'clock and couldn't move at all, so they thought something had happened.

Among all the cries and wails, the most piercing came from the obese woman kneeling before the boy.

Because the boy lying on the ground was her beloved son, and at this moment the boy had completely fainted and lost consciousness, so the woman thought that the boy was dead.

"My child, what's wrong with you What will I do if you leave What am I supposed to do"

"My child, my child, wake up! Do whatever you want, just wake up. Mama can't live without you!"

"My child, who on earth could be so cruel You're still so young. How could anyone do this to you My child, please wake up."

"As long as you wake up, darling, whatever you want, mother will give it to you."

The woman cried out with a voice that was especially miserable and piercing.

At this time, Jianzhen Master, the master of Ankang Xiaotuanzi, walked to the little boy with a solemn face. He squatted down and reached out to touch the boy's neck.

The little boy still had a faint pulse, but it was very weak. He wanted to help the little boy up and give him some qi to see if he could save him.

At that moment, the woman suddenly raised her head. She glared at Master Jianzhen with fury, as if he were about to kill her son, and shouted, "Get away from me! Don't you dare touch my child!"

"Oh my God, how could you be so heartless to take my son from me like this He was so young! He wasn't even an adult, he hadn't even married or had children. How could you bear to just...take him"

The venerable Master Jianzhen, caught off guard and pushed back, took a step back. "Sir, please hold your judgment for now. This child still has a pulse. Please allow this monk to take a look first."

"Get out! All of you, get out! My son is dead... What else do you want You killed my son! ...My master will not let you get away with this!"

"My son... my son, you're gone! What am I to do without you"

The woman was completely disoriented. At this point, she couldn't even hear what Master Jianzhen had said. She just cried and screamed hysterically.

Those who came with her were no longer shouting, for their children had been freed from the monks' restraints and could move about freely without injury.

So they had now calmed down, looking at the woman with pity as she cried and shouted alone.

Jianzhen Master sighed slightly, he was afraid that if he didn't make a move, this child would really be beyond saving. He had to raise his voice and say:

"Madam, please calm yourself. Your son still has a faint pulse. Allow me to try, perhaps there is still a chance for him."

Master Jianzhen's voice compared to this woman's was simply no comparison. Even though he had intentionally raised his volume, her voice was at least several tones higher than his.

The woman's loud shouting and crying drove An Xuetang to the brink of exasperation. She frowned, her brow furrowed, and raised a hand to rub her temples.

Master Jianzhen wanted to pick up the child directly, but the woman acted like she was crazy and wouldn't let Master Jianzhen touch the child at all.

By this time, the other monks at the temple had also come to Master Jianzhen's side. These monks were very "chivalrous" in their approach; even now, none of them had thought to use force to control this deranged woman.

An Xuetang glanced at Mo Yunjing. Mo Yunjing knew what she was thinking, and at this moment reached out to grab her wrist, shaking his head slightly at her.

She could have saved him with a single move, perhaps this boy wouldn't need to die. But Mo Yunjing wasn't a bodhisattva, he didn't want her to save people. This boy, whether for whatever reason he died, was asking for it.

No matter what misunderstandings this might cause, or how the world might talk about it, he didn't care at all.

But An Xuetang didn't really want to, today's incident was obviously someone playing tricks, trying to stage a play of framing and slandering.

As long as this little boy dies, his death will definitely be blamed on her and Mo Yunjing, after all, Eleven is their person.

She believed that Eleven hadn't harmed the boy, but others wouldn't think so. With those boys lying, everyone would assume that the boy was attacked by Eleven.

I'm afraid the person behind this is exactly what they wanted. Since everyone has guessed the reason for this, An Xue Tang sneered with a curl of her lips.

Well, she certainly wouldn't let things go smoothly then!

Thinking this way, An Xuetang smiled at Mo Yunjing and then took his hand away.

She walked over to Master Jianzhen, "Master, let me try. I know a little bit about medicine."

When Master Jianzhen heard she was skilled in medicine, his eyes lit up. He stepped aside and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, madam."

An Xuetang nodded slightly. Just as she bent down, the woman's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and she reached out fiercely, trying to grab An Xuetang's neck.

Mo Yunjing's cold eyes became even sharper, and he was about to make a move when An Xuetang acted faster than him.

Only to see An Xuetang had already raised her hand, grabbing the woman's outstretched hands with one hand and slapping her hard with the other!

The woman was stunned, as were all the others present. They were clearly intimidated by An Xue Tang's ferocity!

Only Mo Yunjing looked at An Xue Tang's palm thoughtfully, wondering if her hand would hurt.

The woman quickly came to her senses, struggling desperately, her mouth screaming, "You wretch! Give me back my son! Give me back my son!"

"... "

Eleven clenched his fists, hearing this woman dare to insult their princess. He walked straight over at that moment, before anyone could react, he grabbed the woman's collar and threw her roughly aside.

All the other women and girls were frightened white with terror by his actions, looking at each other in stunned silence.

An Xuetang didn't dawdle. She squatted beside the child and flipped open his eyelid to check it.

The woman saw An Xuetang touch her son, and at this moment she let out a piercing shriek and rushed over, “Let go, you let go of my son!”

An Xuetang couldn't bear her incessant chattering any longer, her voice as cold and sharp as ice, said coldly, "Eleven, if she dares to utter another sound, you kill her directly!"a flamboyant manner to the Anle Hou Mansion like they were doing now.They always had a nagging feeling that things were not as simple as they seemed, but they couldn't quite figure out what was going...