Suddenly, a small figure stood in front of Wan Qinrou.
The sharp silver hook stopped less than an inch away from Dongfang Xingran's face. As long as he moved forward, his handsome face turned back into a disfigured appearance.
"Get out of the way." The cold voice sounded like Shura demanding his life.
"I won't let you kill her." Dongfang Xingran's voice was childish but firm.
"I have to kill her." She caused her pain, and she made her suffer even more. If you dare to challenge her bottom line, you have to bear her anger.
"If you want to kill her, kill me first." Dongfang Xingran stood upright and looked at her without fear.
"You..." Xiahou Huan'er was angry.
Dongfang Xingran suddenly turned around and held up Wan Qinrou's seriously injured body with his palms. A ray of light came from his palms and enveloped Wan Qinrou's body. With a push of his palm, her figure immediately appeared like a shooting star.
Disappear in everyone's realization.
"You actually let her go." Xiahou Huan'er was so angry that she wanted to slap him to death, but she didn't.
Everyone looked at each other, wondering why Xiahou Huan'er became so angry when she mentioned the child.
Dongfang Xing stepped forward, silently held her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Xiahou Huan'er's body was tense, the sharp claws on her hands had been retracted, her fists were clenched tightly, and her lips were pursed tightly.
There was something wrong with the atmosphere. Although Wild Rose was very curious as to why Xia Houhuan'er suddenly became so scary, Su Qi wouldn't let her stay here. He immediately took her arm and signaled Dongfang Xingran to leave together, leaving the space
Leave it to them.
Dongfang Xing's palm gently stroked her back, and his low voice was hoarse, revealing doting care: "It's okay." Soothing kisses fell on her forehead, eyelashes, and the tip of her nose.
Xiahou Huan'er raised her misty eyes and looked at him. Her nose was sore and she suddenly wanted to cry.
"Don't cry, as long as you are by my side, everything will be fine." He kissed her lips gently and coaxed her softly in a confusing way.
Does everything really not matter?
If he can do it, can she?
Frustrated tears kept falling from her eyes like broken pearls, and Wan Qinrou's words lingered in her heart like a curse.
Her tears burned into his heart like hot iron.
He suddenly had the urge to cut Wan Qinrou into pieces. If she made his woman cry, he would definitely make her bleed.
"I'm not crying, my eyelashes are just drowning." Xiahou Huan'er wiped the tears on her face randomly, her deep voice was a bit hoarse, but she was still proud and unstubborn.
Dongfang Xing quickly pulled her hand away to prevent her from abusing his face. He gently wiped away her tears, tapped her nose with his fingertips, curled his lips and said, "Yes, you are not crying, it's just your eyelashes that are drowning.
I'll help you dry it and save your eyelashes."
Xiahou Huan'er chuckled.
Seeing that her tears finally turned into smiles, Dongfang Xing breathed a sigh of relief. He was not afraid of anything but that she would be sad and shed tears, which would be more painful than cutting his flesh.
He frowned, pretending to be disgusted and said: "Look at you, you are crying and laughing at the same time, your face is covered with tears and snot, you are so ugly."
"Damn it, you dare to despise me for being ugly." Xiahou Huan'er yelled, suddenly grabbed his sleeve, and wiped away his tears and nose on his clothes.
"You little thing who needs a beating, stop it." Mr. Xing was furious and quickly pushed her away.
