Daoist Qianyun's eyes snapped open, and he let out a piercing screech!!!
You fucking bastard!
Again?
But the sword did not plunge into his chest as he had expected. Instead, someone stepped in front of him.
It all happened too quickly for anyone to react.
"Uncle Qi."
A gentle voice came from in front of Daoist Qianyun. He realized that the person kneeling before him, shielding him from the blade, was none other than Yan Xiurong.
"Miss, we cannot spare these people!" Uncle Qi could not understand why she was being so foolish at a time like this.
This little toddler had spoken the truth.
And he had helped her confirm it.
If these people got out alive and leaked the news to the East Lin People, disaster would follow.
Yan Xiurong turned to glance at Xia Wanwan.
There was not the slightest trace of malice in the little child's clear eyes.
She sighed and continued, "The little girl must have been used by someone. The little boy has already suffered enough, losing his parents. Uncle Qi, you watched his parents grow up. You ought to show some mercy. Spare these two children. Give them those memory-erasing drugs the Eastern Lin Death Warriors use, then send them away."
They were still so young. How could they understand any of this?
Uncle Qi threw down his sword in anger. "I can spare the two children, but these two adults must die."
Especially this Masked Young Man.
Yan Xiurong raised her eyes to look at Xia Qianhui. Had the little girl just said he was her father?
"Is your wife at home doing well?"
Xia Qianhui paused. "My wife?"
"What kind of father are you? Bringing your child into danger-does your wife at home not care? If you die here, what will