425 Little Treasure Hostage

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"You... do you know what you are doing? I am a disciple of Tiandao Sect. If I offend Tiandao Sect, you will no longer be able to stand on the mainland! You...you don't mess around!"

Han Ye showed a sinister smile, the sword in his hand slowly tapped his palm, and walked towards Qing Feng step by step.

Even King Jin of the Innate Realm was powerless to fight back against these two people.

What's more, Qingfeng?

His face was contorted with extreme fear, and then his eyes swept over to Little Treasure beside him.

It suddenly became hideous and vicious.

Before Han Ye and Ying Mei could react, Qing Feng jumped up.

Grab Xiaobao.

There was a flash of coldness in his hand, and a knife had appeared in Qing Feng's hand, in front of Xiaobao's neck.

"Don't come here, if you dare to come here, I will kill this brat!!"

Han Ye and Yingmei really stopped.

It's just that there was no nervousness on their faces. Instead, they looked down at him with pity and contempt in their eyes.

Qing Feng's heart gave birth to a trace of panic for no reason.

Holding the knife in his hand, he moved it closer to Xiaobao's neck: "I'm not joking with you. If you dare to act rashly, I'll cut off this little bastard's neck immediately."

"Who's your name...Little bastard?" A crisp and sweet female voice suddenly sounded.

Qing Feng turned his head suddenly, and saw Mu Yan, who was still healing Bai Yichen and Luo Beiyu just now, stood up in shock.

His long black hair was draped behind him, and his fiery red wedding dress set off his snow-like face.

A pair of shimmering peach blossom water eyes, squinting rather than squinting, romantic and tactful, making the girl more charming and unparalleled.

But Qingfeng met such a face, but not only did he not have the slightest confusion, but a bone-chilling fear rose from his tailbone.

Seeing that the girl stepped on her slender red embroidered shoes, she walked towards him step by step.

Sweat dripped from 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 stay safe, let them get out of the way, and let me out... …”

Mu Yan's eyes were full of coldness, but there was a sneering smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Really? Want to kill my son? You...you can try it!"

Qing Feng saw that Mu Yan's pace didn't stop, and he didn't retreat.

The face finally showed a hideous look, "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 down at Xiaobao's snow-white and fragile neck.

His eyes had changed from fear to cruel madness.

The mind is full of this fragile little life, headed in a different place in his own hands, and Muyan looks mad in pain.

However, the hand slashed down fiercely, and the scene where the sharp blade smashed into the flesh and blood splattered as expected did not appear.

Qing Feng's hand seemed to be bound by something, and he was stunned in the air, unable to advance or retreat.

And the one holding his hand was a chubby, white and tender little hand that could only hold half of his wrist.

Qing Feng was stiff and slowly lowered his head.

Then he met Xiao Baobing's blue eyes and delicate and delicate facial features.

A mocking sneer slowly appeared on his handsome little face.

Immediately afterwards, the tiny fingers slammed hard.

Hearing the clicking sound, Qing Feng only felt severe pain in his wrist.

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