With a sudden force of his fingers, he pulled out the black knife from his belly.

The black knife has barbs, and when it is pulled out, it is equivalent to cutting the flesh and blood directly.

The blood immediately flowed like a fountain.

"Mother, mother, don't die! Xiaobao doesn't want you to die!"

Xiaobao cried with a hoarse voice.

My little hands tried desperately to hold down the bleeding wound, but they couldn't.

Xiaobao, who has always been as mature and steady as a young adult, cried like a lost child for the first time.

So helpless, so desperate, so eager for redemption.

Muyan's face was paler than paper, and she wanted to reach out and touch Xiaobao's hair.

But at this moment, the disturbing bamboo flute came to mind again.

This time the sound of the flute was louder and brighter, with overwhelming power to control the soul, and Huangfu Zun's almost trembling excitement.

Huangfu Zun: "I want to see how long you can resist [Soul Silence Phantom Mist]."

As the flute sounded, the clarity in Muyan's eyes slowly disappeared.

Hands covered with blood were forced to wrap around Xiaobao's neck.

The little boy's neck is so slender and fragile.

It only takes a slight bend to break.

Xiaobao's eyes were wide open, and tears kept pouring from his eyes.

Is my mother going to kill him?

It's all his fault.

It was he who knew that it was dangerous to accept the assessment on Huang Huang's behalf, but he still agreed without permission.

It was he who put his mother, uncle and uncle in desperate situations.

If he died in his mother's hands.

My uncle and uncle also died at the hands of my mother.

How sad it will be when my mother wakes up!

don't want!

He doesn't want this!

He swore to protect his mother.

The icy blue pupils were gradually stained with red and lost focus.

And in the center of his forehead, a bright red mark like cinnabar appeared.

As the mark became brighter and brighter, it faintly showed the image of a rising sun.

At the same time.

The pupils of Muyan's eyes contracted as she clasped Xiaobao's neck.

A bright, dazzling silver full moon appeared behind her, shining brightly.

The Demonic Qin suddenly floated into the air without knowing when.

No one was playing, but there was an intermittent tinkling sound.

He forcefully blocked the sound of the flute played by Huangfu Zun.

…

In the Palace of Wushang.

The little yellow chicken anxiously pecked its own feathers with its beak, "chicking, chirping, chirping" while pecking.

"Mom and brother can pass the assessment, but they can't pass the assessment, they can pass the assessment, and they can't pass the assessment..."

The green-clothed puppet who had been standing quietly aside suddenly said: "In this time and space, no one can open the [Gate to the Sky]."

"Even if you survive the [Infection] and penetrate the [Illusion Dream], it's still impossible... They will die in Tingyu Pavilion soon. Young Master, you should go back with me."

The little yellow chicken suddenly raised its head, stared at the puppet in blue with its big round eyes, and let out a fierce cry: "Woof woof woof woof——!!" Mom and brother will not die! Bad guy, Huang

Huang will not be deceived by you!

Tsing Yi Puppet: "..."

The red gem on his chest flashed.

The green-clothed puppet continued to use its mechanical voice: "Young Master, don't you believe it?"

He flipped his wrist, and a glass bottle appeared in his palm.

Several flames of different colors floated in the glass bottle.

The green-clothed puppet pointed at the silver one: "This is the mother you talk about."
Chapter completed!