"Mom, this is my younger brother's medicine. If my younger brother takes it, he will not die..."

A little girl in rags, leaning on a wooden stick, groped forward carefully and entered a dark and damp room.

Her eyes were big and beautiful, but she didn't have a trace of her spirit. She steadily stretched out her arm full of needle holes and handed over the medicine bag.

In the room, a haggard young woman was holding a dying little boy.

"If it doesn't work, Yu'er can...you can go...sell blood again..."

The little girl was weak, her tender little face turned pale, and her smooth forehead was covered with sweat. Before she could finish her words, she fell to the ground.

"Yu'er!"

The woman cried heartbrokenly, trembling with her hands, dialed out over and over again, a series of numbers that had been dialed countless times.

But the result is still a cold prompt of "not in the service area".

The woman completely broke down, hugged her daughter tightly, and cried loudly: "Yang Jiutian, if you are still alive, I beg you to come back soon to save our children!"

...

At the same time, in the distant polar region of China, Yang Jiutian sat in a purple gold sedan chair, holding a yellowed family portrait.

In the photo, the wife tilted her head and leaned against his shoulder, holding a daughter who had just turned one year old in her arms, and the whole family was having a happy time.

Nine men in different clothes, carrying sedan chairs, walking in the wind and snow, and 300,000 troops in uniform battle uniforms followed closely behind.

He carried the sedan chair ten miles and landed under the Fenghuangtai.

The surroundings were already full of top powerful people from all over the world, war gods with power and power, wealthy businessmen, heads of miraculous doctors who were willing to save the world, and top foreign power leaders who were respectful to the army.

At this time, he stared at Yang Jiutian, who was walking down the sedan chair and climbed the stairs step by step to the top of the Fenghuangtai.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, everyone knelt on one knee, and their movements were uniform...

"The Battlefield of Shenzhou, the Heavenly King Xiang Zhan, and the nine war gods and 300,000 troops, congratulate the mentor on ascending the throne!"

"Outside the Dragon Palace, the Lord of the Hall, Di Long, congratulates his mentor on ascending the throne!"

"The genius doctor, the sect leader Li Changsheng, congratulate his mentor on ascending the throne!"

...

The nine people carrying the sedan chair were all the masters of one power, and at this time they called the young man on the stage his mentor!

"Congratulations to the Emperor!"

"Congratulations to the Emperor!"

...

The magnificent shouting was like wave after wave, shaking the sky and the earth.

Yang Jiutian glanced at the audience and said to himself: "Today is my imperial ceremony, but without your company, even if he ruled the world, what if he ruled the world?"

He was originally the heir to the Yang family, the top wealthy family in Jiangcheng, but just five years ago, at his daughter's first birthday party, a mysterious force suddenly came to the Yang family, and the entire Yang family was destroyed.

If it weren't for the strong family who fought to protect him, he wouldn't have the chance to escape alive.

"drop!"

At this moment, a familiar reminder suddenly came from his mobile phone that had been covered with dust for a long time.

"Yang Jiutian, if you are still alive, I beg you to come back soon to save our daughter! Her cornea was deprived of her eyes and she would die if she sold her blood!"

Seeing the text message, Yang Jiutian was completely stunned: "This...is this Chen Yi? She...is she still alive? My daughter is still alive?"

I went back to the phone, but no one answered.

"My child!"

A shrill roar came from the depths of Yang Jiutian's throat.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the Fenghuangtai under his feet, which was poured with reinforced concrete, burst.

The powerful people under the Fenghuang stage were frightened at this time: "What happened? It made the Emperor so sad and angry!"

When they came to their senses, Yang Jiutian had long disappeared, and a fighter plane whizzed past their heads.

"The nine war gods in the war field obey orders and immediately dispatch troops to support their mentors!"

"The twelve generals of the Dragon Palace obeyed the order and returned to their country immediately to support their mentor!"

"Five major families of the Divine Doctor Sect obey orders and immediately summon the top miracle doctors in the sect to support their mentors!"

...

For a time, all the top powerful people ordered to gather people to support Yang Jiutian.

Several more fighter planes took off and disappeared in an instant.

"Hurry! Get it fast! Get it fast!"

In the cockpit of the fighter plane, Yang Jiutian yelled and pushed the accelerator rod to the bottom, and the fighter plane's engine roared wildly.

Over the years, he had always thought that his wife and daughter died in that massacre, and he had no idea that they were still alive.

"Xiaoyi, Yu'er, wait for me!"

He didn't dare to think about what these two women he loved the most had experienced in five years.

I didn't dare to think that my daughter was actually taken away from her cornea and even fell into selling blood.

Now, she is only six years old!

Just as Yang Jiutian was rushing back frantically, there was a rental house in a shanty town in Jiangcheng.

"Mom doesn't cry, Yu'er... Yu'er is just a little sleepy, Mom, don't worry."

The daughter, who was held in Chen Yi's arms, seemed to hear her mother's call. She opened her eyes, her face was extremely pale, and she stretched out her needle-eyed arms, groping to help her mother wipe away the tears from her face.

"Yu'er, it's mom who's sorry for you!"

Chen Yi suddenly burst into tears, and her daughter's sensibility broke her heart.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door sounded, and the sound was loud, and it was clearly a sound that could only be made by smashing it with a fist.

Yu'er, who was curled up in Chen Yi's arms, couldn't help but tremble, and there was still a little panic on her pale face.

"Mom is here, Yu'er is not afraid!"

Chen Yi hugged his daughter tightly, looked at the door, and said nervously: "Who?"

"Bang!"

The next second, the door was directly knocked open, and two burly men rushed in without saying a word.

"Who are you?"

Chen Yi was extremely frightened, but he still opened his arms and protected the two children behind him: "You are trespassing in a private house, leave quickly, or I will call the police!"

Her hand holding the phone kept trembling.

"If you want your child to survive, shut up!"

The big man sneered: "What I, Da Pan, want to do, is useless to call the police!"

Another big man had already grabbed the unconscious little boy.

"Who are you? Let go of my child!" Chen Yi shouted heart-wrenchingly.

"Uncle, please let my brother go! He is very sick, please!" Yu'er was weak and knelt on the ground and begged.

A sensible child is always heartbreaking, but unfortunately, Da Pan's cruel eyes look like a knife: "Take it away!"

Seeing the two children being taken away, Chen Yi shouted heart-wrenchingly and rushed towards Da Pan: "Bastard, I'll fight you!"

"roll!"

Da Pan kicked Chen Yi away.

"If you want to blame your husband for your debt, you will blame your husband who will still drag down your burden after he dies. You will have to repay the debt he owes!"

"Before tonight, get ten million to this account, otherwise you will never see your child."

Da Pan left a bank account and turned around and left.

"Yang Jiutian, where are you? I really can't stand it..."

Chen Yi cried bitterly, and Yang Jiutian was in his mind.

Miss him and hate him. Where is this man? Is it life or death?

In despair, Chen Yi suddenly thought of something, quickly dialed a number, and said in great despair: "As long as you are willing to save my child, I will promise to marry you!"

In the suburbs, an abandoned factory.

In a dark and damp corner of the room, two thin figures snuggled together.
To be continued...