Chapter 1388: Wedding Eve II

The middle-aged man looked at Nan Xian expressionlessly and said coldly, “Master Nan Xian must come with us if you want these two little kids to be safe.”

Spiritual qi gathered in Nan Xian’s palm as he raised his hand, and with a loud bang, the middle-aged man’s body suddenly flew away and fell into a corner as he spurted a mouthful of blood.

The middle-aged man sneered. “Master Nan Xian, it’s useless for you to attack me now. Those two little things have probably already fallen into my master’s hands. If you are late, I’m afraid… He will kill them!”

Nan Xian’s expression was indifferent as his cold eyes stared hard at the man in front of him. “Where are they? Take me there now!”

The middle-aged man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. “Master Nan Xian, this way, please!”

The man probably knew that he could not beat Nan Xian, so his tone was much more polite than before. However, the sarcasm on his face did not disappear at all, and his eyes were filled with mockery…

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The streets.

The crowd scattered as far away as they could get.

Their eyes were filled with panic as they looked at the old man who came out of nowhere.

Fu Chen had fallen to the ground, blood seeping through his robe. He slowly tried to stand up and stabilize himself. Just a moment ago, he was only a little child, but now his body had changed, and he looked like a teenager.

The only thing that remained the same was his young face. He showed no fear, and his eyes were filled with stubbornness.

“Brother Fu Chen!”

Tears flowed from Little Qing Han’s eyes as she looked at Fu Chen who was covered in blood. Her eyes gradually turned red. Countless vines suddenly emerged from beneath her feet and rushed toward Hu Qing.

Hu Qing turned abruptly when the vines almost came in contact with him. Countless blades of light flashed from around him, and in an instant, all the vines disappeared. Only bits and pieces of vines were left on the ground.

Fu Chen supported himself and stood up. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. “Qing Han, go! Get out of here!”

Qing Han did not say anything. Her eyes were bloodshot as her body rose in the air. She looked at Hu Qing with her cold, expressionless gaze.

“Don’t bully Brother Fu Chen!”

‘Brother Fu Chen is mine. No one can bully him!

‘Anyone who bullied Brother Fu Chen deserves to die!’

The gale rose lifted Little Qing Han’s skirt. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and her face was pale.

“Qing Han!” Fu Chen’s face grew more anxious as he coughed out a mouthful of blood and gritted his teeth. “Run! Get out of here and go back to Father, quick!!!”

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Hu Qing clearly showed an interest in Qing Han. He smiled grimly.

“Just now, this brat has interrupted me and tried to attack me. I was going to capture him, but now it seems that if I take you away… It might be more heartbreaking for them. The Ninth Emperor loved little girls back then.”

In a flash, Hu Qing had leaped in front of Qing Han. His face looked pale, and his gaze was cold and arrogant while his white robe and white hair fluttered in the wind. He smiled evilly as he tried to grab Qing Han to his side.

Countless vines rose again, like claws and teeth, headed toward Hu Qing.

It was as if there were eyes on Hu Qing’s back as he casually threw his sword out and cut off all the vines. Pieces of broken vines fell to the ground.

“Qing Han!”

Fu Chen tried to catch her, but he was clearly a bit weak and fell back to the ground after just taking a few steps.