"Those bandits, the most powerful are only at the fourth level, and the average is only about two or three levels. They are no match for these two little guys. What's more, we are here, so it doesn't hurt to let them practice."
Yun Luo said calmly.
It would be a fantasy if the two little guys could be injured under her and Jun Wuchen's eyes.
Jun Wuchen naturally understood this, so he looked like he was watching the show leisurely.
"In that case, let's not interfere and let's see what these two little things will do." Jun Wuchen chuckled jokingly, stretched out his hand to pull Yunluo into his arms, and adjusted himself into a comfortable position. p>
Yun Luo didn't resist, but just reached out and poked his chest, pretending to be angry and said: "Do you have a father like you? Can you even see your son's head while watching the show?"
Jun Wuchen grabbed her rebellious little hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it, his charming purple eyes revealed a trace of seductiveness, "It's just that my wife raised the two children so well that my husband was useless.
There’s nothing else to do except watch the show.”
"Fuck you."
Yun Luo couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
The two people were sitting in the carriage, rubbing their ears and temples together, and laughing happily from time to time.
Outside the carriage, Long Yi and Long Liu exchanged helpless glances, silently looking at the sky, pretending that they didn't hear anything.
The mountain col on the other side.
The big man at the head was already dying and lying on the ground. Half of his body was burned to pieces. He looked completely crippled. He even had no strength to scream. He could only breathe in but not out.
When his brothers saw him like this, they were all frightened and their backs felt cold.
However, these people were desperadoes. After the initial shock and horror, their ferocity was aroused. Each of them was so angry that their eyes were red, and they were waving their swords and roaring angrily.
"Which son of a bitch dares to hurt our eldest brother!! Get out of here!!"
"Get out! I'm going to kill you!"
The furious roar echoed in the mountain col, frightening the poor people into trembling and hugging each other, not daring to make a sound.
On the ground, the injured old man's back was torn and bruised, his breath was dying, but he was not dead yet.
His skinny hands held the little grandson in his arms tightly, his lips were pale, and he moved with difficulty: "Huzi, run... don't worry about grandpa, run quickly..."
"Grandpa, I won't leave, I want to be with grandpa!"
The little boy in his arms was covered in blood from the old man. His red eyes were wide open, staring at the roaring gangsters with hatred.
It was them, it was they who chopped down his grandfather!
They all deserve to die!!
The old man lost too much blood and his eyes were blurred, but he could feel the hatred and anger emanating from his grandson.
He felt bad and tremblingly stretched out his hands to cover his eyes.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
The little boy's red eyes full of hatred were caught by a bandit man.
The bandit man was filled with fear and anger and had nowhere to vent. Seeing the little boy's look, he became even more angry and walked over angrily with a knife.
"Little bastard, what's that look in your eyes? How dare you stare at me?!" He stepped on the bloody wound on the old man's back with a fierce look.
The old man twitched in pain and immediately fell to the ground, letting out a weak moan.
The little boy was also pressed to the ground by the old man. His chest was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He suddenly cried loudly: "Don't step on my grandpa, he is already injured! If you step on him again, he will die..." p>