Feng Qiansi saw Feng Qingyang approaching from a distance with Chen Xi in his arms. At first, she thought it was because Chen Xi was not feeling well, so she was so frightened that she ran over. When she got closer, she saw that her mother's face was as rosy as a peach blossom.
He couldn't help but complain about the two of them, showing off their affection... Why do they have to show off their affection wherever they go...
When Chen Xi heard this, the blush on his face spread, and his ears and neck felt hot.
She freed up her hand and slapped Xiao Qiansi on the head angrily: "You are naughty!"
"Lulu!"
Xiao Qiansi made a face at Chen Xi and murmured in a low voice: "What should I do if you keep knocking me on the head and knocking me stupid?"
"It's not bad to knock someone stupid! Stupid children are easier to raise!"
Feng Qingyang said casually, making the little guy furious: "Daddy!"
"Hahaha..." Chen Xi covered his mouth and smiled heartily.
Han Ruoshui stood far away from them, looking at the sweet family of three with envy.
"Ruoshui, go back!"
Chen Xi waved to her.
Han Ruoshui was startled for a moment, nodded, and strode over.
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In the dark night, the sweltering earth seemed to have accumulated all the heat throughout the day and only released it at night.
In the scorching heat wave, there was no wind at all.
The entire sky seemed to be blocked by an airtight black cloth, and there was something mysterious and weird about it.
"It's going to rain!"
I don't know who said something, and then, a thunder struck from high in the sky, and heavy rain poured down.
The heavy rain fell along the eaves, pattering, moistening the earth and nourishing the trees...
In a solemn old house, an old man dressed in wizard's clothing stood in front of a black table and muttered something.
Even though it was raining heavily outside the window, he had no intention of stopping and closing the window.
"..." After a long list of incantations, he began to mutter a prayer.
On the table in front of him, three puppets were covered with shiny silver needles.
Suddenly, he closed his thin lips while chanting the curse, and a handful of powder spilled from his palm, sparkling with countless silver fragments.
I saw a dark shadow flashing in the dim light, and then, a strong and powerful hand grabbed his left arm. The speed was so fast that people could not dodge in a hurry.
With a sneer, the old man's sleeve was torn open, revealing a section of white cloth stained with blood.
"It's really you!"
In the dark night, an ethereal phantom slowly appeared in front of the old patriarch. The man was dressed in a crescent-white robe, with a stern face and deep eyes dancing with a chilling coldness.
Seeing Feng Qingyang, the old patriarch trembled and subconsciously looked at the three little figures on the table.
Damn, it was just a little bit close, just a little bit close...
"What a respected clan leader, you open a forum in the middle of the night to play curses, do your clan members know?"
Feng Qingyang's gaze swept over the three little puppets, his purple eyes flashed, and the several little puppets on the table spontaneously ignited in an instant.
The old patriarch couldn't help but widen his eyes confidently, "You...you..."
How terrifying! He has never seen anyone whose martial arts skills can reach such a superb level!
He couldn't help but stammered and asked: "Where are you from?"
"It doesn't matter where I come from! What matters is...who were you helping to **** last night? And why did you put Han Ruoshui to death?"
Feng Qingyang raised her hand slightly, and her long sleeve fingers gently brushed away a strand of long hair hanging on her chest.