Chapter 427: puppet
Remember [www.wuxiaspot.com] for one second, update fast, no pop-up window, free to read!
A heart is like a dead and tight, painful, she can not breathe.
"Ha ha ha..." Qing Feng laughed more and more mad. "I gave Li Jinting a kind of witchcraft. He didn't know that his witchcraft was only a weak version. The kind of witchcraft in my hand was only It is the most powerful, even if it is a person who is congenitally cultivated, and planted a species of witchcraft, it can not resist at all."
Qing Feng said that while taking out the medicinal herbs and pouring into the entrance, the wound on his hands and feet immediately stopped bleeding.
As long as he still lives, he has hopes to turn over.
Qing Feng continued: "I just took the species of the witchcraft, when the little cockroach cut my arm... cough and cough... I deliberately, intentionally let the blood splash on his face, and sure enough The drops splashed into his mouth, and now he is my fault."
"I am motivated to let him be alive, let him die, he will die!"
"If you dare to kill me, I will let him bury me, hahahaha!"
Qing Feng’s laughter is arrogant, but Mu Yan and the cold night, the shadow charm is indeed indeed retreating.
If this person is telling the truth, the life of Xiao Bao can be said to be in his hand.
Mu Yan hates being threatened, but now threatening him is the life of Xiao Bao.
Even if she hates it, she can only bear it.
For her, Xiao Bao is everything.
"You, what do you want?"
I heard the soft voice of Mu Yan, even if Qing Feng was broken and painful, and could not help but laugh.
"I want your little cockroach to live? Oh, then you come over and pick up my hands and feet."
"You don't claim to be a fascinating doctor. Is there a lot of medical skills? Isn't there a problem with just breaking the broken hand? If you can't do it, don't blame me for cutting down your little hands and feet."
There is no trace of expression on the face of Mu Yan, and the end of the cold is like a condensed ice.
Qing Feng is on her face, and she is unconscious.
The instinctive fear made his body tremble.
But when I remembered that Xiao Bao’s life was in my own hands, he was mad again. “What are you still doing? Don’t you pick up your hand?”
Mu Yan took a deep breath and was about to pass.
Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind, "Mother..."
Mu Yan suddenly turned back, and saw Xiaobao has climbed up from the emperor's arms.
The little face is still pale and pale, but the painful look on his face has disappeared and his body is no longer shaking.
The emperor's look has returned to normal.
Also stood up and walked to Mu Yan, holding her cold and trembling body.
Mu Yan wants to hold the small treasure in the past, but she is shackled by the emperor. "Don't worry, there is a monarch, will it let our son have an accident?"
The man's voice is low and cold, but it is surprisingly soothing.
Mu Yan looked up at him.
The pair is always lazy and charming, and at this time, with the helplessness and panic of the silk, the girl who has always been a strong and careless person is infected with fragility and pity.
The emperor tightened her hand and the voice became softer. "Don't be afraid, believe me, I won't let Xiaobao be hurt."
Bizarre, Mu Yan's heart settled down a little.
On the other side of Qingfeng, I saw Xiaobao who stood up and got a glimpse.
Then I thought of something, haha laughed: "It seems that the species of the witchcraft has been thoroughly integrated into your flesh and blood. You are now completely paralyzed by me."
