The little boy stared blankly at Leng Yuhan's cold and heartless face with a confused childlike expression, and stopped his arms that were waving happily.

"Miss Yan'er, what are you going to do?"

Shocked by Leng Yuhan's thoughts, An Xiurui stepped forward to snatch the spiritual sword from Leng Yuhan's hand, but was blocked by Lingwan's sword two meters away from Leng Yuhan.

"Master Huang, please slow down! Little, little, young master, there is absolutely no way he can be hurt!"

When An Qinghua saw this, he was so frightened that his legs and feet became weak and he fell in front of the gate of An Mansion.[

"Don't worry, Mr. An, as long as the An family is willing to treat Yuzhuang's injuries, I can guarantee that I will not harm the young master at all!"

With Mu Hongxue and Mu Tianxiang guarding the center with swords on the left and right, the words spoken by Leng Yuhan were like ice peaks cutting through the sky in the cold winter snow, tearing apart. After hearing the news, the stunning beauty rushed back to An Mansion full of joy.

"You, what did you say?"

The horse crowed, and the stunning beauty turned over and dismounted. She looked in disbelief at the beloved woman she had been dreaming about for two years. Her joy instantly turned into dead water and poured on her scarred heart, causing indescribable pain.

, a charming and beautiful face suddenly became as painful as white lead corroding the skin, and the thin and thin body bones were as weak as willow bamboo, unable to withstand any rain or wind.

"Ruoyu?"

Is this still the man who loved me more than life two years ago?

Shocked to see An Ruoyu's sad and pained expression, Leng Yuhan's heart was shaken. He lowered his eyes and looked at the little boy who was looking back at him quietly in his arms, feeling unhappy.

Did An Ruoyu just come back from the palace? Is this child the precious son of An Ruoyu and Princess Xuanzhao? Haha, of course he will live in the palace after marrying the princess! What's so strange about this?

Leng Yuhan didn't want to pay attention to what he was thinking about. He just felt that his chest was depressed and it was hard to breathe. It was as if he cared about something that had been taken away. He felt very uncomfortable, especially when he saw the expression on An Ruoyu's face.

When I put on a shocked and hurt expression, I felt even more uncomfortable, and even found it funny.

"Shi Hanyan, I don't allow you to touch my Xi'er! I don't allow you to hurt my Xi'er! Let my Xi'er go quickly! Give my Xi'er back to me!"

The long wait did not bring back any explanation or attention from Leng Yuhan. The pain and grievances An Ruoyu had endured alone in the past two years all turned into excited words and angry panic and fear. Tears of hatred were shed like flowers, drops of tears.

It fell on Leng Yuhan's heart that he didn't know what to care about.

"Ruo Yu, I have no intention of harming Xi'er. As long as Mr. An is willing to heal Yuzhuang's injuries, I will let Xi'er go. Although Xi'er is young and ignorant, I know that he will not give birth to me.

Angry."

Resisting the thought of comforting An Ruoyu, Leng Yuhan rationally told himself that An Ruoyu was now a married man and could no longer have any involvement with him in life.

The most important thing at the moment is to find a way to get the An family to agree to treat Mo Yuzhuang's injuries. As long as the An family can be coerced into submission, no matter what despicable and tough methods are used, including using the safety of An Ruoyu's child as a bargaining chip for intimidation.

The child in his arms is unusually calm at this moment. Could he be thinking about how to seek revenge on himself in the future?

Leng Yuhan thought about it for many days on the boat. Since this boy can be reborn in this unusual time and space like himself, he will definitely have the kind of life destiny assigned to him, even if he will harm the future.

It will be a few years before he reaches the fate of Huang Feng Tianxia.

Besides, with Shi Hanyan's wisdom and ability to unite the four countries all his life on the battlefield, can he not be able to defeat this child who is more than ten years younger than him? If Shi Hanyan's empress world will be threatened by this little child, it will only prove that Shi Hanyan

Han Yan does not have the ability or qualifications to be a king.

Between stranglehold and challenge, Leng Yuhan chose a challenging life full of ups and downs for his future destiny.

"I don't care whether Xi'er will be angry or not. I only know that the child you are holding a knife to kill is my Xi'er. You let him go! Shi Hanyan, you let my Xi'er go! March! Put me away.

Grab the Xi'er back!"[

An Ruoyu gave an order, and a ghostly and cold man suddenly appeared behind An Ruoyu. His evil eyes like lavender jade exuded a faint bloodthirsty cold light, holding a handle and other weapons in his hand.

The purple jade sword with beautiful eyes of the same color strode towards Leng Yuhan.

"Want to get close to Yan'er? You must pass my level first!"

Sensing the dangerous aura emanating from the cold man, Ran Qingchen turned the jade flute in her sleeve gracefully in a full circle in her palm, blocking the cold man in front of her.

"Piaowu, do you still remember me?"
Chapter completed!