He was very sure that if he dared to hesitate at all, the next piece of charcoal would definitely fall on him.

Amid the tragic screams of Mrs. Seven, Feng Qingcheng moved his lotus steps lightly, stood in the sun, and took over the child in Hailan's hands in great pain.

Looking at the child's bright red face, Feng Qingcheng gently kissed his forehead.

"Little guy, don't be afraid, go to bed, mom is here... The person who wants to hurt you has already punished her... From now on, no one can hurt you again, even if you have malicious intentions..."

...

The pain from his arm made the Demon Emperor moan. He was a person who had experienced the pain, but he had not experienced how painful it was to lose a part of his body.

Compared to the physical pain, the loss in his heart made him even more at a loss.

I never thought that the Demon Emperor would have a day when his body was incomplete.

Looking at the bright red clothes on his broken arm, a vicious curve emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"Mu Rourou..."

Even if he couldn't figure it out at this time, he still vaguely felt that this matter was inseparable from Mu Rourou.

If he guessed correctly, his feeling at the beginning was correct.

That child is not the blood of Feng Qingcheng and Mu Chenxiao at all.

It is because it is not the blood of gods and demons that Tianmen reacts like this.

Only then will he be careless and defeated.

Mu Rourou, with a fake, made him lose an arm.

How could he let her go of this hatred?

The most important thing is to find the real blood of gods and demons through her.

He tore off a piece of his clothes again, and roughly bandaged his wounds and walked slowly down the mountain.

"Mu Rourou... do you really think you can avoid my tracking?"

...

"Bang……"

A huge sound of breaking the door made Jin Niang, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly sit up in shock. Before she could get out of bed to investigate, a cold ray of wind was already under her neck.

"Where is the child?"

Jin Niang's scalp suddenly became numb. When she saw clearly that the woman in front of her was the girl sent by the Nikkei child, her face turned pale in an instant.

"girl……"

"Where will I ask your child?" Mu Rourou was furious.

She had an ominous premonition when she didn't see the child at first sight.

"The child...the child was taken away..."

"Snatched it? Who?"

"It's the seventh lady of the county magistrate..." Jin Niang said tremblingly: "A few days ago, she brought someone to steal the child..."

"Bastard..." Mu Rourou gritted her teeth: "A small county magistrate dares to steal my child..."

"Are you wrong? This kid... doesn't seem to be yours..."

A faint voice suddenly sounded behind her, but it was like a bolt from the blue, which made the sword in her hand almost escape.

Her body suddenly turned slowly and stiffly, and she looked at the once familiar figure at the door in disbelief.

"Feng Qingcheng? Are you not dead?"

"This sentence makes it difficult for me to answer for a while..." Feng Qingcheng hugged the child, stepped back slowly, and turned his head slightly: "Or what if we find a place to have a good chat?"

Mu Rourou slowly withdrew her sword and walked out the door alertly, but was suddenly stunned.

"Linghu Painting?"

In the sun, Linghu Hua's thin figure suddenly stood up, and her deep eyes locked her eyes.
Chapter completed!