Chapter 395
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The man's cold aura assaulted her face and drilled into her nose.
Little Treasure's body trembled slightly. After a long while, his blood-red eyes slowly returned to their icy blue color.
Then, he heard the man's rare low and gentle voice.
"Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you."
Xiao Bao blankly stares at the man in front of him, his line of sight focusing little by little. Finally, Di Ming Jue's incomparably handsome face comes into view.
His eyes, which had regained their icy blue color, were now a little red.
She could no longer hold back her tears and they fell from her eyes.
"Stop crying! How can a man shed tears? "
Di Ming Jue frowns, his tone disgusted, but his movements are gentle as he personally wipes away his tears.
Xiaobao wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his neck.
His tiny body trembled slightly.
Scalding hot tears flow down his collar and fall on Di Ming Jue's skin, scalding his heart to the point that it's somewhat sour.
It was really strange.
The former Di Ming Jue was clearly so cold and heartless, never moved by anyone's joy, anger, sorrow, or joy.
But facing Muyan, facing this little fellow, he couldn't help but dote on her from the bottom of his heart.
Even if this little guy is the son of Mu Yan's "ex-husband" that he hates.
Di Ming Jue clumsily and gently pats Xiao Bao's back, his voice is rare and gentle, "Alright, don't cry. Daddy will definitely not let these people who bullied you off. "
Xiaobao raises his still tear-stained little face, sobbing as he says: "But, the Ink Camp, uncle … uncle, they all suffered heavy injuries, it's all because … because of Xiaobao!"
"Little master, we're fine!" She hears Feng Haitang's somewhat weak voice, "We have a lot of draughts that Miss left behind, we won't die."
"Ahem … That's right! Even if we still have some injuries now, as long as the young miss comes back and treats us, we will immediately be full of vigor and vitality. It might even be a blessing in disguise! "
The leader of the Ink Camp who had followed Xiao Bao this time – Guan Hu says with a grin.
The others also wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths to show that they were fine.
Even Han Ye and Ying Mei can't help but sigh at the mystical draughts that Miss Muyan has refined.
The injuries these people had suffered were actually very serious.
Even in the Cultivation Continent, he might die.
What's more, it's the Yanwu Continent, where there's no Spiritual Power to restore the body on its own.
However, after drinking the draught that Muyan had prepared for them, they actually managed to save their lives.
Although his injuries were still quite severe.
But as they said, as long as they wait for Mu Yan to come back and use the zither to treat them, they can be healed at any time.
Seeing that the people of the Ink Camp are all alive and well.
Jiujiu Shen Jinglin swaggered over, touching his face tenderly.
Only then did Xiao Bao's tense body slowly relax.
As for those black-clothed men, they've already been dealt with by Ying Mei and Han Ye.
All of them either had their arms and legs broken, or had their intestines pierced and their bones shattered. They wouldn't die immediately, but the pain they suffered was a thousand times worse than death.
Especially Ying Mei.
She was already regretting that she did not protect Miss Jun well, resulting in her disappearance.
Even Miss Jun's only flesh and blood, her Little Master, was almost killed.
This caused the ruthlessness and cruelty in her to suddenly soar.
All his anger was vented on these black-clothed men.
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