Chapter 425
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"Do … do you know what you're doing? I am a disciple of the Tiandao Sect. If you offend the Tiandao Sect, you will no longer have a foothold in the continent! You guys … You guys don't mess around! "
Han Ye reveals a sinister smile, the sword in his hand slowly tapping against his palm. Step by step, he walks towards Qing Feng.
Even the Precelestial Jin Wang doesn't have the strength to fight back when facing these two people.
Not to mention Qing Feng.
His face was contorted with extreme fear, and then he glanced at Xiao Bao.
It suddenly became ferocious and vicious.
Before Han Ye and Ying Mei could react, Qing Feng suddenly jumps up.
He grabbed Xiaobao.
A cold light flashed in Qing Feng's hand, and a saber appeared in his hand. He held it horizontally in front of Xiao Bao's neck.
"Don't come any closer! If you dare, I'll kill this little bastard!!"
As expected, Han Ye and Ying Mei stop in their tracks.
However, they did not reveal any nervousness on their faces. Instead, they looked at him condescendingly with eyes full of pity and disdain.
Qing Feng's heart gave birth to a trace of panic for no reason.
The hand holding the knife moved even tighter to Xiaobao's neck. "I'm not joking with you. If you dare to act blindly without thinking, I will immediately cut off this little bastard's neck."
"Who are you calling … little bastard?" A clear and melodious female voice suddenly rang out.
Qing Feng abruptly turns his head, only to see Mu Yan, who had just been treating Bai Yichen and Lou Beiyu's injuries, stand up in surprise.
Her jet-black hair draped over her back, and her fiery red wedding dress set off her snow-white complexion.
A pair of watery peach blossom eyes that shimmered like rippling waves seemed to be squinting yet not squinting, and it was amorous and graceful, making the young girl seem even more charming and peerless.
However, when Qing Feng faced such a face, not only did he not lose his mind in the slightest, he instead felt a bone-chilling fear rise from his spine.
He watched as the girl walked towards him step by step in her delicate red embroidered shoes.
Beads of sweat dripped from Qing Feng's forehead, and the hand holding the saber was trembling.
"Don't, don't come over … This little bastard is … is he your son? If he died, you would be very sad! So you better know your place, ask them to move aside and let me out … "
Mu Yan's eyes were filled with a cold killing intent, but the corner of his mouth hooked up into a cold and mocking smile.
"Is that so? Trying to kill my son? You … can give it a try! "
Qing Feng sees that Muyan's steps haven't even paused for a single step, and he doesn't have a way out.
His face finally revealed a ferocious expression. "You forced me to do this! Even if I die, I'll make that little bastard pay with his life!! "
He tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.
He chopped down viciously at Little Bao's snow-white and fragile neck.
The fear in his eyes had turned into a cruel madness.
His mind is filled with the image of this fragile little life being decapitated in his hands, and Muyan's crazed expression of pain.
However, when his hand chopped down fiercely, the expected scene of the sharp blade piercing into the flesh and blood splattering everywhere did not appear.
Qing Feng's hand seemed to have been bound by something, rigidly pausing in midair, unable to advance or retreat in the slightest.
What was restraining his hand was a chubby, fair, and tender little hand that could only hold onto half of his wrist.
Qing Feng's entire body stiffened, and he slowly lowered his head.
Then, he came face to face with Little Bao's icy blue eyes and delicate facial features.
A mocking sneer slowly appeared on his handsome little face.
Then, her slender fingers exerted force.
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