"Brother Rakshasa, mother said that we must be well-educated and gentle."
After Xiaobao finished speaking, Rakshasa took back the demon-drinking knife in displeasure.
The ten-year-old boy had tears in his eyes and his legs were shaking with fear. He cried and said, "I want my father to hack you to death because you bully me!"
The boy turned around and ran away, saying as he ran: "My father said that your mother Ye Chuyue is a despicable person, a filthy thing that thousands of people sleep on."
"Big brother."
Xiaobao suddenly called out to him, and at the same time, his little hand held the corner of Rakshasa's clothes, stopping Rakshasa from drawing his sword.
The boy thought that Xiaobao was scared, so he wiped his tears and looked back at Xiaobao, "Ye Chen, my father will not let your mother go. If you kneel down and apologize to me now, lick my shoes, I can forgive you.
"
Xiaobao grinned, and the white light between his teeth was eye-catching.
He walked up to the boy step by step.
The boy said arrogantly: "Kneel down."
boom!
At this moment, Xiaobao's eyes suddenly changed. They were no longer pure as before, and there was an evil spirit under his eyelashes that he had never seen before.
His small fist hit the boy's mouth, and the boy immediately flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, drawing a semicircular arc in mid-air.
Finally, he fell heavily to the ground.
Before he could get up in embarrassment, Xiaobao came to him like a ghost. A pile of gravel in his hand smashed into the boy's mouth, smashing several teeth.
Xiaobao used his palms hard and even poured gravel into the boy's throat.
His face no longer had the gentle smile like the spring breeze.
His gloomy appearance resembled that of the king who had been imprisoned in the Forest of One Hundred Demons for many years.
Xiaobao slowly raised his eyes, "Do I allow you to insult mother?"
Xiaobao gently patted the boy's cheek, "It seems that I really gave you a shame?"
After saying that, he struck down with his little hand and hit the boy's mouth, causing all the upper and lower rows of teeth to fall out.
The gravel poured into the lips and teeth of the throat pierced the tongue.
The boy burst into tears in pain and struggled wildly with his limbs, like a quail about to get out of a frying pan.
"How dare you! You little bastard, how dare you touch my son?!"
A middle-aged man wearing a black robe appeared. When he saw his son's mouth full of blood, he was immediately angered.
Gritting his teeth, he was so angry that he wanted to cut Xiaobao into pieces with a thousand knives.
He quickly came to Xiaobao, with all his strength radiating out, and he was about to stab Xiaobao with a square-shaped halberd.
This stab was enough to penetrate Xiaobao's body, and blood could be seen everywhere!
Xiaobao is not afraid of danger.
There was no smile on his face, and his eyes were full of depression.
Under those eyes, there was a surging evil hidden.
People in this world can bully him.
But he won't let anyone bully his mother.
His mother is his counterpart.
Seeing this, Rakshasa turned his wrist slightly and was about to slash out the Demon-Drinking Knife.
But he saw the man's Fang Tian painted halberd being held firmly by a small white hand.
The girl came to Xiaobao at some point and glanced sideways at the middle-aged man, "You shouldn't interfere in disputes between children."
"This bastard dares to touch my son, I will make him pay with his life!"
The middle-aged man shouted violently and tried to pull Fang Tian's painted halberd back, but with all his strength, Fang Tian's painted halberd did not move at all in Chu Yue's hand.
The girl's figure was also motionless, and she even sighed softly.
"You really don't know what's good or bad."
She said with a sigh.
Lightning flashed.
Suddenly, she let go of Fang Tian's painted halberd, moved her slender hand upwards, and grabbed the man's neck.
Chu Yue threw it to the ground again, and the man fell to the ground.
The soft boots stepped on the man's chest.
Fang Tian's painted halberd came into her hand at some unknown time and was pointing at the man's eyebrows.
Stab forward and blood gushes out.
She lowered her eyes slightly, and her eyes were as gloomy as a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, as well as the coming violent storm.
"You are the dog of the Penglai Su family, can you touch my son Ye Chen?"