"You...do you know what you are doing? I am a disciple of Tiandao Sect. If you offend Tiandao Sect, you will never be able to gain a foothold on the mainland again! You...don't mess around!"

Han Ye showed a sinister smile, slowly tapped the sword in his hand, and walked towards Qing Feng step by step.

Even King Jin, who was in the innate realm, had no power to fight back against these two people.

What's more, Qing Feng?

His face was twisted with extreme fear, and then his eyes glanced at Xiaobao beside him.

Suddenly it turned ferocious and vicious.

Before Han Ye and Ying Mei could react, Qing Feng suddenly jumped up.

Grab Xiaobao.

A cold light flashed in his hand, and a knife appeared in Qing Feng's hand, lying across the front of Xiaobao's neck.

"Don't come over. If you dare to come over, I will kill this little brat!!"

As expected, Han Ye and Ying Mei stopped.

However, their faces did not show any nervousness. Instead, their eyes looked down at him, full of pity and contempt.

Qing Feng felt a trace of panic in his heart for no reason.

The hand holding the knife moved closer to Xiaobao's neck: "I'm not kidding you. If you dare to act rashly, I will cut off this little bitch's neck immediately."

"Who did you call...little bitch?" A clear and sweet female voice suddenly sounded.

Qing Feng suddenly turned his head and saw Muyan, who had been treating Bai Yichen and Luo Beiyu just now, stood up in surprise.

Her long black hair was draped behind her back, and her fiery red wedding dress set off her snow-like face.

A pair of sparkling peach blossom water eyes, which seem to be squinting but not squinting, are graceful and graceful, making the girl more and more charming and natural, and her beauty is unparalleled.

But when Qing Feng faced that face, not only did he not feel confused or infatuated, but instead he felt a chilling fear rising from his tailbone.

He saw the girl walking towards him step by step on her delicate red embroidered shoes.

Sweat dropped from Qing Feng's forehead, and the hand holding the knife trembled.

"You, don't come over... This little bitch is... your son, right? If he dies, you will be very sad! So you'd better calm down, let them get out of the way, and let me out...

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Muyan's eyes were full of coldness, but a cold and mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Really? Want to kill my son? You...you can try it!"

Qing Feng saw that Muyan's steps never stopped, and he had no way out.

A ferocious look finally appeared on his face, "You forced me to do this! Even if I die, I will make the little bastard pay with my life!!"

The hand holding the handle of the knife suddenly exerted force.

He slashed hard at Xiaobao's snow-white and fragile neck.

The look in his eyes had turned from fear to cruel madness.

His mind was filled with thoughts of this fragile little life, with its head and body dislocated in his own hands, and Muyan's look of pain and madness.

However, the hand cut down hard, and the expected scene of the sharp blade piercing the flesh and blood splattering did not appear.

Qing Feng's hands seemed to be bound by something, and they were stuck in the air, unable to advance or retreat.

What was holding his hand was a chubby, white and tender little hand that could only hold half of his wrist.

Qing Feng's whole body stiffened and he slowly lowered his head.

Then he met Xiaobao's icy blue eyes and delicate and delicate facial features.

A sarcastic sneer slowly appeared on his handsome little face.

Immediately afterwards, the thin fingers exerted force.
Chapter completed!