Chapter 427

A heart seems to be tight, pain she can't breathe“ Hahaha... "Qingfeng laughs more and more wildly," I gave Li Jinting a kind of sorcery, but he doesn't know that his kind of sorcery is only a weakened version, and the kind of sorcery in my hand is the most powerful. Even if a man of innate cultivation planted the kind of sorcery, he can't resist at all. " Green maple side said, while taking out the pill into the mouth, his hand and foot injury, immediately stopped bleeding. As long as he's alive, there's a chance he'll turn the tables. Qingfeng continued: "just now I've taken the seed of Wuqi. When the little bastard cut off my arm... Cough... I intentionally let the blood splash on his face and body. Sure enough, a few drops splashed into his mouth. Now he is my puppet."“ Under the urge of my mind, to let him live is to live, to let him die is to die! "“ If you dare to kill me, I will let him bury me, ha ha ha Qingfeng's laughter is extremely arrogant and proud, but Muyan and the cold night, Yingmei are really in a dilemma. If what the man said is true, Xiaobao's life is in his hand. Muyan hates being threatened, but now it's Xiaobao's life that threatens him. No matter how much she hates it, she can only bear it. For her, Xiaobao is everything“ What do you want? " To hear the voice of Mu Yan's soft, even if now Qingfeng broke her hand and foot, she couldn't help laughing“ Want your son of a bitch to live? Hehe, come here first and connect my hands and feet. "“ Don't you claim to be a magic doctor with unparalleled medical skills? It's just a matter of connecting broken hands and feet, isn't it? If you can't do it, don't blame me for cutting off your hands and feet. " There is no expression on Mu Yan's face, and the cold at the bottom of his eyes is like the ice of thousands of years. Qingfeng on her face, unconsciously is a shiver. Instinctive fear made his body tremble. But remembering that Xiaobao's life was in his own hand, he became arrogant again? Why don't you come and connect my hands? " Mu Yan took a deep breath and was about to pass. Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind, "mother..." Mu Yan suddenly turned back, and saw that Xiaobao had risen from the arms of Emperor Ming Jue. The little face is still pale, but the pain on the face has disappeared, and the body is no longer shaking. And the look of Emperor Ming Jue had recovered as usual. Also stand up, go to Mu Yan side, a hug her cold and shaking body. Muyan wanted to hold Xiaobao in the past, but he was hugged by Emperor mingjue, "don't worry, if you have ben Jun, will you let our son have an accident?" A man's voice is low and cold, but strangely soothing. Mu Yan looked up at him. That pair of forever languid charm peach blossom eyes, at this time rippling with a trace of helplessness and panic, so that has always been a strong casual girl, stained with vulnerability and pity. The Emperor Ming Jue tightened to embrace her hand, the voice is more and more gentle, "don't be afraid, believe me, I won't let small treasure be hurt." Strange, Mu Yan's heart settled down a little bit. And green maple there, see stand up to small treasure, first is a Leng. Then he seemed to think of something and laughed: "it seems that the seed of sorcery has been completely integrated into your flesh and blood. You are my puppet now. "