Xiao Bao raised his head in a trance, and saw a pair of familiar ice blue eyes.
The hoarse voice whispered softly, with hope, attachment and closeness: "Daddy..."
Is it Daddy
Is it daddy who came to protect him and mother
It was just such a thought, the pain and suffering that the young body was enduring suddenly exploded because of this moment of relaxation.
Xiaobao couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a coma.
On the arm, the Zi Luo Ji fire burned more and more intensely.
The evil spirit sword let out a painful and desperate cry.
He couldn't suppress Zi Luo Jihuo anymore.
If the Ziluo Jihuo invades the heart and soul, the little master will undoubtedly die.
But at this moment, the female ghost finally broke the boulder that trapped her.
A sharp, strange laugh roared towards this side accompanied by the sound of sharp blades piercing the air.
"Bao'er! Bao'er! Mother has finally found you! Mother has said long ago that you can't escape from my palm, giggling..."
The long nails were covered with gravel and blood, showing a creepy bruise, and they grabbed Xiaobao's back fiercely.
However, at the moment when the fingernails were about to touch Xiaobao.
Suddenly a hand suddenly stretched out from the side.
Puchi!
The white and slender fingers pierced through the dirty white robe, as well as the female ghost's bony body.
The female ghost's ferocious smile was still frozen on her face, and her pale and purple lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something.
However, the next moment, her body was thrown out like a meteor, pierced through the wall, and disappeared without a trace.
Li Weiran took out the veil, and slowly wiped off the blood on his hands.
Only then did he reach out to hug the unconscious Xiaobao.
Strands of black silk threads spread out from his palm, wrapping around his small arms.
In an instant, the black silk thread seemed to be alive, and began to devour Ziluo Jihuo.
This extraction process is obviously very painful.
Xiao Bao let out a low moan, and his small body unconsciously struggled and trembled.
Li Weiran looked at the dirty little ball in his arms with disgust, and threw the person on the ground.
But the black silk thread wrapped around Ziluo Jihuo didn't disappear, and instead accelerated.
Suddenly, Li Weiran paused and turned to look at the corner of the room.
"Little Treasure!"
I saw Muyan, who was sleeping peacefully, jumped up from the ground, her face was full of anxiety.
Ma Kuishan on the side also faintly woke up.
Seeing the bruised little treasure beside Li Weiran, he let out an angry roar: "Li Weiran, you are too insane! Even such a small child will not be spared!"
But Muyan didn't bother to look at the surrounding environment clearly, or investigate what happened in the end.
She rushed to Xiaobao's side with a brisk stride, and picked him up.
The wetness of the tentacles made her body tremble unconsciously.
A pair of peach blossom eyes were dyed scarlet in an instant.
"Don't be afraid, Xiaobao!" She coaxed in a low and soft voice, but she couldn't hide her almost choked trembling, "Don't be afraid, Xiaobao, mother will not let you have trouble."
The fingers trembled and pressed on the thin wrist for a long time before finding the pulse.
There were multiple traumas on his body, and his internal organs were also injured after being impacted.
But the most serious thing is the meridian on the arm.
Obviously there is no trace of the flame, but that part of the meridian seems to be drained of water, withered and necrotic.
Xiaobao is just such a small child.
How did he endure such pain
Muyan felt as if her heart was being grabbed by someone's hands, she could hardly breathe due to the pain.