"Bastard, I'll beat you to death, beat you to death..." Tianci cursed, and a pair of small fists whipped out like a whirlwind. After all, he had been carefully taught by Leng Ning. Although he was eager, he did not lose his method.
Even so, with the simple grappling and fighting skills he knew, it was really impossible to truly defeat Zhuge Miao.
After a short period of adaptation, Zhuge Miao quickly changed from passive to active, and began to fight back ferociously. He spotted a gap and kicked him on the body. Tianci's little body wrapped in red clothes immediately flew out like a kite with a broken string, and hit him hard.
Fell on the grass.
Despite this, Tianci quickly got up from the ground, and the internal force running automatically in his body helped him resist the damage from the opponent's punch. He got up again, ready to attack Zhuge Miao.
Zhuge Miao flew over first, grabbed hold of his throat with his right hand, "Little one, I will kill you now!"
puff!
A scimitar passed through his body mercilessly.
Zhuge Miao lowered his face in disbelief and looked at his pierced abdomen. He suddenly turned his head and knocked Mr. Baicao away behind him. Tianci saw this opportunity and kicked his wound with his foot.
The wound hurt sharply, Zhuge Miao groaned uncontrollably, and his fingers weakly let go of Tianci.
"Master!" Tianci gasped and got up, hurriedly ran to Mr. Baicao's side.
"Dad!" In the distance, in the woods, Zhuge Qingyan also rushed over and supported the shaky Zhuge Miao.
"Yan'er, hurry up!" Zhuge Miao tremblingly raised his hand and pointed at Mr. Baicao and Tianci not far away, "Kill them for dad, leave no one behind!"
"Don't worry, dad, I will definitely kill them and avenge you!" Zhuge Qingyan gently put his father on the ground, pulled out his sword, and walked towards Leng Tianci and Mr. Baicao step by step with cold eyes.
Turning around, clenching his little fists, Leng Tianci looked at Zhuge Qingyan who had drawn his sword with a stern look. His delicate face was filled with murderous intent, as delicate as the face of a nine-day boy, but at this moment he was as serious as a Rakshasa, "I see
Who dares to touch my master!"
Looking at that little face, Leng Ning's face suddenly flashed before Zhuge Qingyan's eyes, and hatred steamed in his heart, "They are both your mother and son. Without you, Brother Duan would not refuse, and without you, my father would not refuse either."
Damn it, I hate you!"
With a scream, Zhuge Qingyan stabbed Leng Tianci with his sword like a madman.