"You... do you know what you are doing? I am a disciple of Tiandaozong. If I offend Tiandaozong, you will no longer be able to gain a foothold on the mainland! You...don't mess around!"
Han Ye showed a sinister smile, slowly tapped the sword in his palm, and walked towards Qing Feng step by step.
Even Jin Wang, who is in the innate realm, has no power to fight back against these two people.
What's more, Qingfeng
His face was contorted with extreme fear, and then his eyes swept over Xiaobao who was beside him.
It suddenly became 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 had already appeared in Qing Feng's hand, laying across Xiao Bao's neck.
"Don't come here, if you dare to come here, I will kill this brat!!"
Han Ye and Ying Mei really stopped in their tracks.
It's just that there was no tension on their faces. Instead, they looked down at him with pity and contempt in their eyes.
There was a trace of panic in Qing Feng's heart for no reason.
The hand holding the knife moved closer to Xiaobao's neck: "I'm not joking with you, if you dare to act rashly, I will immediately cut off the neck of this little bastard."
"Who are you... little bastard?" A clear and melodious female voice suddenly sounded.
Qingfeng turned her head suddenly, and saw Muyan who was still healing Bai Yichen and Luo Beiyu just now stood up in shock.
Her long black hair was draped behind her, and her fiery red wedding dress set off her snowy face.
A pair of sparkling peach-blossom water eyes, half-squinting, romantic and tactful, appearing more and more charming and natural for a girl, peerlessly beautiful.
But when Qingfeng saw such a face, instead of being fascinated by it, a cold and bone-chilling fear rose from the tailbone.
Seeing the girl stepping on her delicate red embroidered shoes, she walked towards him step by step.
Beads of sweat dripped down Qing Feng's forehead, and the hand holding the knife trembled.
"You, don't come here... This little bastard is... your son, right? If he dies, you must be very sad! So you'd better be quiet, let them get out of the way, let me go out..."
Muyan's eyes were full of coldness, but the corner of her mouth curled into a cold and mocking smile.
"Really? Want to kill my son? You... you can try!"
Qingfeng saw that Muyan's steps didn't stop at all, and he had no way out.
Finally, the face showed ferocity, "You forced me! Even if I die, I will let the little bastard pay for my life!!"
The hand holding the handle of the knife suddenly tightened.
He slashed at Xiaobao's snow-white and fragile neck.
His eyes have changed from fear to cruel madness.
His mind is full of this fragile little life, decapitated in his hands, and Muyan's appearance of being insane in pain.
However, the hand slashed down fiercely, and the expected scene of sharp blade piercing into the flesh and blood splattering did not appear.
Qingfeng's hand seemed to be bound by something, it was rigidly suspended in mid-air, unable to advance or retreat for half a minute.
And what held his hand was a chubby, white and tender hand that could only hold half of his wrist.
Qing Feng was stiff all over, and slowly lowered her head.
Then he met Xiaobao's ice blue eyes and delicate facial features.
A mocking sneer slowly appeared on his handsome little face.
Immediately afterwards, the tiny fingers exerted force.
Hearing the clicking sound, Qing Feng felt severe pain in his wrist.