Chapter 1388: Wedding eve (2)

Chapter 1388, the eve of the wedding (2)
"I want to make these two little guys safe and sound, and only ask the Nanxian son to follow us." The middle-aged man looked at the South String with a blank expression, and his voice was cold.
Nanxian raised his hand, and a touch of spiritual power came instantly. With a bang, the middle-aged man flew out and fell to the corner. He spurted out a blood, and his mouth smiled with a few acne.
"Nan Xionggong, you are useless to me now. The two little things are estimated to have fallen into the hands of my master. If you are one step later, I am afraid... can only clean them up!"
The southern strings are cold and indifferent, and the cold eyes are soaked with chill: "Where are they? Take me in the past!"
The middle-aged man wiped the blood of his mouth: "Southern String Son, please!"
He may know that he can't beat the South String, so this time his tone is a lot of politeness. However, the irony on his face has not disappeared, and his eyes are full of mockery...
......
Above the street.
The crowds are all scattered.
They looked at the sudden old man, and his eyes were full of panic.
Fuchen fell to the ground, blood infiltrated his robes, his body was gradually elongated, just a child's appearance, and soon became a ten-year-old boy.
The only constant is that his face is still young and tender, and his eyes are filled with barely fearless light.
"Fuchen brother!"
Xiao Qinghan looked at Fuchen, who fell in the pool of blood. Her tears flowed from her eyes, and her eyes gradually filled with blood and red light. Countless vines emerged from her feet and immediately entangled in Huqing. go with.
When those vines approached Huqing, Hu Qing suddenly turned around, and countless knives flashed from his body. For a moment, all the vines had disappeared, and scattered on the ground.
Fuchen supported and stood up. His mouth was marked with obvious blood: "Green han, go quickly, leave here!"
Qing Han did not speak, her eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and her body was volleyed up. The tender and lovely little face was covered with indifference, and her face was cold and cold.
"Do not bully Fu Chen brother!"
Fu Chen is her, no one can bully him!
Anyone who bullies Fuchen’s brother will die!
Hey!
The wind swelled and picked up the small skirt of Xiao Qinghan. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and a young face had no blood.
"Qinghan!" Fuchen's face became more anxious. He coughed up a bite of blood and gritted his teeth. "You run fast, leave here, go back and find cheap, fast!!!"
Unfortunately, it is too late.
Hu Qing obviously became interested in Qing Han, and his face was smiling with a sly smile.
"Just this kid interrupted me, I originally wanted to take him away, but now it seems that grabbing you...may make them more sad, the nine emperors liked the little girl that year."
In a flash, Hu Qing has jumped into the face of Qing Han. His eyes are cold and arrogant. He has a white robe, a white hair, fluttering in the wind, a pale smile on his face, reaching out and grabbing. Qing Han.
Countless vines rose again, like the claws caught in Huqing.
Behind Hu Qing’s eyes were like eyes, and the sword in his hand was thrown out, and all the vines were cut off and landed on the ground.
"青涵!"
Fu Chen wanted to catch up, but he obviously had some physical strength. He just ran a few steps and fell to the ground.
Ps: I am still writing
(End of this chapter)