He wanted to turn around to avoid the murderous intent coming from the sky, but his body was shocked by a powerful pressure. He stood there stiffly, unable to move. Even his Nascent Soul could not escape and could only watch the attack coming towards him.
Watching the attack coming closer and closer, his pupils shrank slightly, and he heard a whooshing sound in his ear, and the attack pierced through the Nascent Soul in his body. At that moment, he clearly felt the feeling of his body being torn apart alive, and a breath of death instantly enveloped him. His Nascent Soul shattered, his cultivation was completely wasted, and his body made a loud bang at that moment.
"Bang!"
He didn't even have the chance to scream before he was blown into pieces and scattered in that corner, leaving only the smell of blood in the air...
"Don't leave any behind!"
Xuanyuan Moze's voice came from high in the sky, and his cold eyes swept over the monks who were about to escape. Almost as soon as his voice came out, Du Fan and others below immediately attacked those monks.
Although they were all injured, they were more than enough to deal with these monks. Within half an incense stick of time, screams were heard everywhere, corpses fell to the ground, and blood splattered all over the ground outside the inn. The whole place looked like a Shura field, which was chilling.
"Woooa ...
The children were still crying. Fengjiu reached out and touched the foreheads of the two children, worry welling up in her eyes.
"How are the children?" Xuanyuan Moze came to her side and helped take one of the children. Looking at the little faces of his two children who were red from the cold, his eyes were full of pity and self-blame.
"Your forehead feels a little hot. You may have caught a cold and have a fever. Let's go back first!" Fengjiu said, holding the child in her arms and walking quickly into the inn.
The two entered the inn and came to a room that had not been destroyed. They placed the two children on the bed and quickly wrapped them in clothes. However, because they had caught a cold that night and were probably frightened, the two children kept crying and could not stop even after their voices became hoarse.
"Be good, don't cry, mother is here."
Fengjiu coaxed them softly and patted their chests gently with one hand. Because the two children were still young, she couldn't give them medicine casually. Seeing the two children crying like that, she was also anxious.
Seeing her like this, Xuanyuan Moze stepped forward to comfort her: "Don't worry, it's not a big deal for a child to catch a cold, it will get better slowly."
Having said that, he was also very anxious and worried in his heart. After all, the two children had never been sick since they were born, but now they have become like this because of his negligence. How could he feel good about it!
"It's all my fault. If I had put the child in the space, maybe this wouldn't have happened." She said self-reproachfully.
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Moze looked at her seriously. Seeing that she lowered her head with red eyes and a look of self-blame, he sat down beside the bed, put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him.
“Ajiu, you did nothing wrong. This is not your fault. If anyone should be blamed for something like this, it is my fault for not protecting our child. But there is one thing I hope you will face. Your space is not a protective basket. We cannot put the child in the space when something happens. It is not a refuge.” Search “Tian Yi Feng Jiu Jie Zhong Wenxue” on Baidu to read the latest chapters for free.