Chapter 437: Kid robbed

Seeing the little monk holding the child and fleeing into the wind and rain, the whole family was shocked, and the young woman exclaimed, "No! My child!"
She recovered from the panic, her face was pale, and she ignored the others and chased her out: "Give me the child back! Give me the child back!"
"Hurry up!"
Because of this sudden change, the middle-aged man's complexion changed drastically. He watched the young woman chase after the wind and rain. He also chased him after a low scream.
"Return the child!" The young man was so shocked by the sudden change that his voice was trembling, and he chased him out without even thinking about it.
Seven or eight guards chased out quickly, and the two maids also chased out in a panic with their burdens. For a while, the group ran out in the wind and rain, leaving only the man in brocade clothes, the coachman, and a few people over there. Sabre.
"Hey, fake good intentions, are you okay now? The children have been robbed."
The man in Jinyi sneered, but he stood up, looked at the group of people chasing after the wind and rain, and muttered: "But I didn't expect that the little monk was so courageous that he would dare to the child? With a weak hand without the power to bind a chicken, if you are caught up, you will have to be maimed without being killed."
"My son, why did you say that the little monk wanted to find his own way? He ran into the wind and rain when he robbed the child in the wind and rain, and was sure to be overtaken."
"It's too long to live! Who hasn't been there these years? So, nosy at all these years will not end well." The man holding the sword said lazily, it was nothing to do with himself. Gesture.
Outside, Tangning was walking with the child in his arms, even though it was windy and rainy, but the child was covered with a thick blanket, and she was also in her arms, wrapped in a coat that was draped over her body, but it was not wet. On the contrary After the child who was crying badly was carried away by Tangning, he actually stopped crying obediently.
"Put the child down!"
The voice of the strongest middle-aged man with spiritual energy aura came from behind him with shock and anger. He chased him out, thinking that he would be able to chase people in three or two. However, this little monk was actually a hidden master, and his speed was faster than him in the sprinting run. Can't catch up with people.
"Little master, please return the child to me...return the child to me...I can give you whatever you want, as long as you return the child to me..."
The young woman drenched in the rain behind cried and begged. She screamed as she ran, tears falling down her cheeks mixed with rain. In the dim night, one accidentally kicked a stone, and the whole person lost balance and rushed forward. After falling to the ground, he cried and got up again and continued to chase.
For a mother, children are her life.
"Yu'er!" The young man came to her to support her, but was pushed away by her.
"Songzhi, leave me alone, chase us, our child, chase!" She cried and ran forward, panicking in her heart: "Why didn't the child cry anymore? Why didn't you hear the child's cry? Did something happen to the child? Hurry, chase it!"
Just after they chased for a long way, a thunderous thunder rang in the sky, and a loud bang spread, accompanied by the rumbling sound, it seemed that something was rolling.
They turned their heads in astonishment, and saw that at the moment the lightning flashed, the pouring torrents rushed down and rushed down...