Chapter 427
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She felt as if her heart was being clenched tightly, and the pain made it difficult for her to breathe.
"Hahaha …" Qing Feng laughed even more wildly, "I gave Li Jinting a Wuqi Seed, but he didn't know that his Wuqi Seed was only a weaker version. The Wuqi Seed in my hand is the strongest. Even a Xiantian Realm cultivator wouldn't be able to resist my Wuqi Seed."
As Qing Feng spoke, he took out a medicinal pill and poured it into his mouth. The wounds on his hands and feet immediately stopped bleeding.
As long as he was alive, there was hope for him to make a comeback.
Qing Feng continued, "Just now, I had already consumed the Wuqi Seed. When that little bastard chopped off my arm … cough cough cough … I purposely, purposely let the blood splatter on his face and body. As expected, there were a few drops that splashed into his mouth. Now, he is already my puppet."
"Under my will, if I want him to live, he will live. If I want him to die, he will die!"
"If you dare to kill me, I will definitely make him accompany me in death, hahahaha!"
Qing Feng's laughter is incomparably insolent and complacent, but Muyan, Han Ye, and Ying Mei are indeed in a dilemma.
If what this person said was true, then Xiaobao's life could be said to be in his hands.
Mu Yan hated being threatened the most, but the one threatening him now was Xiaobao's life.
No matter how much she hated him, she could only endure it.
To her, Xiaobao was everything.
"What do you want?"
Hearing Mu Yan's soft voice, even if Qing Feng had lost an arm and a leg, and was in unbearable pain, he still couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.
"You want your little bastard to live? Hehe, then come over here and help me reattach my hands and feet. "
"Aren't you known as the Enchantress of Medicine, with unparalleled medical skills? It shouldn't be a problem to reattach the broken limbs, right? If you can't do it, then don't blame me for chopping off your little bastard's arms and legs. "
There isn't the slightest bit of expression on Muyan's face. The depths of her eyes are as cold as ice that has been frozen for ten thousand years.
When Qing Feng saw her face, he couldn't help but shiver.
Instinctive fear made his body tremble.
But when he remembered that Xiaobao's life was in his hands, he became arrogant again. "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and help me fix my hand! "
Mu Yan takes a deep breath and is about to go over.
Suddenly, a weak voice comes from behind, "Niangqin …"
Mu Yan abruptly turns her head around, and sees that Xiao Bao has already climbed up from Di Ming Jue's arms.
His little face was still deathly pale, but the pained expression on his face had disappeared, and his body was no longer trembling.
But Di Ming Jue's expression has already returned to normal.
He also stands up and walks to Muyan's side. He hugs her cold and trembling body.
Mu Yan wants to go over and hug Xiao Bao, but Di Ming Jue holds her back, "Don't worry, with Ben Jun here, would I let anything happen to our son?"
The man's voice was low, deep, and cold, but strangely comforting.
Muyan looks up at him.
That pair of peach blossom eyes that were always languid and seductive now rippled with traces of helplessness and panic, causing the usually domineering and careless young girl to be tainted with vulnerability and pitifulness.
Di Ming Jue tightens his grip on her, his voice becoming softer, "Don't be afraid, believe me, I won't let Xiaobao get hurt."
Strangely, Muyan's heart calms down bit by bit.
On Qing Feng's side, when he saw Little Treasure stand up, he was first taken aback.
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