Thorn!

The bright red blood immediately flowed all over the ground.

The little boy was so scared that he closed his eyes.

I thought the pain would be overwhelming.

But unexpectedly, the first thing I felt was a warm and huge palm.

In panic, the little guy opened his eyes.

I saw a thin figure standing in front of him at some point.

The man was wearing black clothes and black pants, and his fine hair swung slightly in the wind.

However, the little guy didn't see his face because he was wearing a dragon-headed mask.

Only one pair of eyes was exposed.

It was obviously the first time I saw him, but for some reason, the little guy was not afraid at all. Instead, he stood there, raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.

He was so stupid that he shouted, "Dad?"

This shout was like experiencing the ages of prehistoric times, and instantly penetrated all the men's defenses.

For a moment, Ye Fan even felt that the little boy in front of him might be really his own flesh and blood.

"Wait!"

"Should you wait for me!"

Ye Fan did not kill those people, but just taught them some lessons.

But these people obviously did not intend to give up, so they left after making harsh words at Ye Fan.

But Ye Fan did not leave.

He first brought Qiu Mucheng, who was still sleeping, into the room.

Afterwards, he sat in the yard and protected them and their mother and son.

"Little guy, what's your name?"

"My name is Qiu Mufan, and grandma likes to call me Xiaoxiaofan." Xiaoxiaofan replied in a tender voice.

Ye Fan couldn't help but laugh at himself when he heard this.

I thought to myself how much Mu Cheng wanted to escape from him, and even changed the little guy's surname.

"Xiao Xiaofan, come here."

"If you are really my son, remember that what you shed in your body should be the blood of my Chu clan."

"It's not the Chu from Chumen Mountain, but the Chu from the ancestral land of the Chu family in Fenghai."

Ye Fan's voice was low and powerful.

In this dark night, it sounded quietly.

The night gradually became deeper, and in the middle of the night, snow suddenly began to float.

Ye Fan sat under the eaves, but the little guy fell asleep in his arms.

Ye Fan originally wanted to report this little guy into the room, but the little guy still only grabbed Ye Fan's corner of his clothes in his sleep and did not let go at all.

In desperation, Ye Fan had to hold him and sit under the eaves.

He activated his energy and lingered around him, driving away the cold air of the snowy night.

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———

On the other side.

The vehicle Meng Chuan was riding in was parked in front of a luxurious villa.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw his injured subordinates who escaped back.

"A bunch of waste!"

"I can't even deal with a child?"

"What do I want you?"

"I'll give you another last chance!"

"Take people again!"

"If this time fails, I will throw you into the river to feed the fish!"

Meng Chuan's angry voice came.

These failed subordinates were extremely frightened and nodded immediately, took the order and left.

"It's really a bunch of waste!"

Meng Chuan was in a bad mood today because he was slapped in the face at the auction.

In addition to the failure of his subordinates, Meng Chuan naturally became even more angry.

Fortunately, someone finally brought him the "prey" he had been thinking about.

"Where are people now?" Meng Chuan asked.

"Young Master, the people from Qingteng Group have put you on the bed."

"It's not moved." The subordinate beside him said with a slutty smile.

"Very good. Tell the people of Qingteng Group that I will not treat them badly." Meng Chuan smiled evilly.

Then, he strode into the villa.

He could not wait.

After so long, I finally waited for the day when the prey entrance was in.

After entering the house, Meng Chuan didn't even turn on the lights, threw away his coat and went to the bed, unbuttoning the sack that was loaded with people.

"Are you still wearing a small suit?"

With the faint light outside, Meng Chuan vaguely saw the "beautiful woman" wearing a suit on the bed.

This temptation of uniform undoubtedly made Meng Chuan's breathing even more intense.

He could no longer wait, and used his hands and lips together.

With his eyes closed, he "kissed" the beauty on the bed with an intoxicated look on his face, and at the same time he was on his body.

"Um?"

"Why are you a little bit pissed?"

"Is this woman still a mustache on her lips?"

....

Meng Chuan frowned.

But then, the touch on the hands was a little wrong.

Feel bigger than my own!
Chapter completed!