As soon as he let go, the blade fell to the ground with a bang, and he couldn't help it anymore, howling like a pig being killed.
Han Ye sighed twice: "This guy is simply worse than that bullshit prince, and his wrist was broken by the little master, and he howled like this!"
Qing Feng held his broken wrist, and stared at Xiao Bao, as if looking at a monster.
This... is clearly a four-year-old child!
But the profound energy that was transmitted to him just now was so strong that he had no power to resist.
In the world, how could there be such a child
Xiaobao bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground, turned it around in his hand, looked at Qingfeng coldly, "Want to kill me? Just rely on you?"
As soon as the last word "you" came out, the knife flashed.
Qing Feng immediately let out another scream, just grabbed Xiao Bao's other hand, flew into the sky, blood spattered everywhere.
A few drops of blood even splashed on Xiaobao's body, face, and even his lips.
Qing Feng couldn't bear it any longer, fell to the ground, covered her bloody severed hand and kept rolling, howling loudly.
And Xiaobao is pulled to the side by Muyan.
Gently wiped off the blood on his face, and took out clean clothes from the space to change for him.
There was obvious displeasure on his usually indifferent face, "Xiaobao, you are only four years old, you should leave it to your mother to kill people. Moreover, even if you want to take revenge yourself, you shouldn't let the blood Get it on your body?"
Xiaobao obediently admitted his mistake, "Mother, Xiaobao will be more careful when killing bad guys in the future, so as not to stain the clothes."
The shivering guests watching: Is this the kind of conversation a mother and a four-year-old should have
"Ha...haha...hahaha..." Suddenly, Qing Feng's intermittent laughter came from the ground.
Everyone was startled by the laughter, wondering whether Qing Feng had gone crazy due to the extreme fear and pain.
Only Di Ming Jue frowned slightly, and walked quickly to Xiao Bao's side.
Grabbing Xiaobao's small wrist, he penetrated with strength, and his expression changed suddenly.
At this moment, Qing Feng had already sat up holding her broken arm, her face was full of madness and resentment.
Seeing a flash of red in his eyes, Xiaobao immediately frowned, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
A low muffled grunt also escaped from his mouth.
"Little Treasure!" Muyan was taken aback, and immediately wanted to use her profound strength to investigate Little Treasure's situation.
But Di Ming Jue stops him, "You can't touch him now, otherwise the two forces will collide and cause damage to Xiaobao's meridians."
"What's wrong with Xiaobao?!" Muyan could no longer maintain her usual calmness, her voice was trembling.
And Xiaobao couldn't hold it anymore, fell into her arms, grabbed her sleeve, and made a low and weak voice, "Mother, it hurts..."
Muyan opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but the color of her lips gradually faded, trembling, but no sound came out.
She stood up abruptly, and with a flash of the long sword in her hand, she pinned the laughing Qing Feng to the ground: "Say, what did you do?"
Qing Feng screamed again, wanting to resist, but Han Ye's sword flashed, and one of Qing Feng's kicked feet was cut off directly.
"Ah...you...you can't kill me, if you kill me, that...that little bastard can't live!"
"You guys, the pain you put on me, that little bastard will also taste it, hahahaha!"
Muyan suddenly turns her head to look, and sees Xiaobao in Di Ming Jue's embrace, sweating all over, her small body twitching non-stop.