"You seem to value this child very much. So, if I kill this child, will you show an expression that makes me enjoy it? Haha, I am really looking forward to it." Feng Xiao smiled cruelly while approaching Feiyu Blade a little closer to him, looking at their almost desperate eyes with satisfaction.

"Blood Emperor Yingfeng! If you dare to hurt Xiao'er, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!!" Duanmu Xiong said with red eyes.

"Is that so, then I'm really looking forward to it." Feng Xiao raised the Feiyu in his hand with a sneer.

"don't want!!"

With a "punch", Duanmu Lie knelt heavily on the ground. The former head of the Duanmu family, now the father of the Duanmu family, was extremely arrogant and arrogant all his life and only knelt down before Feng Xiao... Feng Xiao was stunned.

"It's my Duanmu family who is blind, it's my Duanmu family who deserves to die, but he's just a child, he's not wrong! Please let him go and exchange my old life for it, I beg you!" The old man begged sadly, then lowered his head full of white hair and hit the cold and hard ground... No matter how they pulled it, they refused to get up.

"Grandpa Zeng! Grandpa Zeng, get up quickly, he won't hurt me. I believe Xiao'er, he really won't hurt me."

Duanmuxiao finally made an urgent sound, and this sound fell into Feng Xiao's ears. Every word was heavily twitching his heartstrings. His heart trembled slightly. I don't know why this reaction occurred because of the child's voice.

"Is that so confident that I won't kill you?" Feng Xiao said in a gloomy voice.

"Well! You will definitely not hurt me. Even if everyone in the world wants to hurt me, you will not." Duanmu Xiao raised his head, and his eyes as bright as the stars looked at him with an innocent smile. Facing the Feiyu Blade, he had no fear. Feng Xiao lowered his head and looked at this tender little face. His heart began to fluctuate violently, and then fluctuated again. An inexplicable feeling kept hitting his heart, making his heart tremble violently...

"Xiao'er..."

With a slight whisper, Bei Mingyudie finally woke up quietly. She seemed to have had a nightmare. In the nightmare, the man in black snatched her son and put the knife on his throat...

The person woke up, but the nightmare did not wake up. At first glance, she saw Duanmu Xiao, who was kidnapped by Feng Xiao, and shouted sadly, struggling to rush over, but was pulled by several maids.

"Mom! Mom, don't cry. He said he won't hurt me, really!" Duanmuxiao comforted his mother with a smile.

Mom... The flying feather blade in Feng Xiao's hand slid from his palm and fell gently on the ground like a red feather. His world suddenly turned into blank space.

Is this...her son?

It's her son...

Why can her son stir my heartstrings, when he hurts him, why does my body try hard to resist my wishes, why does my heart tremble so much... Why can I hear his slight heartbeat that is almost non-existent.

Feng Xiao squatted down slowly and looked at him quietly. Duanmu Xiao also turned around and looked at him with a smile on his face. His eyebrows were bent and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled, and he smiled like a cute and innocent doll.

"How old are you this year?" Feng Xiao gently touched his face, his voice as light as the wind.

"I'm four years old this year... four years and two months old." Duanmuxiao replied with a smile.

The Duanmu family was stunned, and Bei Mingyudie felt even more dizzy because Feng Xiao used his original voice back... She would never forget his voice.

"Then, can you tell me who your mom is?"

Duanmuxiao pointed at the Beimingyu Butterfly with his little finger, and said with a smile: "She is my mother and the best mother in the world. Mom usually likes to grow flowers the most, because the flowers bloom brings many beautiful butterflies, and Mom likes to watch butterflies flying in the wind. Mom often tells me that she is a butterfly locked in a cage, longing for the wind, but can no longer fly in the breeze."

"Your name is...Xiao'er?"

"Well... the upper part is rain, it is the rain in my mother's name, and the lower part is the yellow... Well, what does this word "Xiao" mean?" Duanmuxiao's head was slightly crooked, as if he was wondering about the word "Xiao".

At some point, Duanmu Wuji had already been pushed here in a wheelchair and quietly looked at Duanmu Xiao with a innocent smile. Every word he said made his heart turbulent. He knew him very well, but he didn't know him very much. At this time, it was the first time that he saw such a serious expression on his face.

Blood Emperor Shadow Wind... Duanmu Wuji smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, and his heart twitched violently.

"Was the people here... good to you?" Feng Xiao asked gently. He had a lot of things to say to him, many...

"Well, they are all very nice to me!"

"Why do you think I won't hurt you? I've killed many people, aren't you afraid?"

"Why are you afraid? Because I know that even if everyone in the world wants to hurt me, you won't hurt me." Duanmuxiao looked at him with a bright look, still smiling, but a drop of crystal clearness slowly slid down the corners of his eyes and fell on Feng Xiao's hand.

Feng Xiao gently wiped away the tears from his face, "Your full name is Duanmuxiao, right?"

"Um!"

Feng Xiao nodded, shook his head again, and then gently picked him up. A feeling of blood connection surged warmly in his heart. Feng Xiao said to him and everyone: "The surname Duanmu is not worthy of you, only the most noble surname in China is worthy of you. From today... no, it is from this moment that your name is - Long Xiao!"

The Duanmu family was silent. This sudden and inexplicable incident was like a stick, which made them unable to find the east, west, south and north.

"Long Xiao...long...it turns out to be like this. I did something wrong, but I finally did it right." Duanmu Wuji muttered to himself in a low voice, with a sad smile on his lips.

"Blood Emperor Yingfeng, you... what do you mean! Xiao'er, what's going on?" Duanmuxiong, who had recovered some strength, struggled to sit up from the ground and asked with difficulty.

Bei Mingyudie covered her lips with her hands, tears in her eyes fell like rain, and she looked at Feng Xiao who was holding her son in a daze, and she was reluctant to leave for a moment.

"I don't need to explain to you people who will die soon, but seeing that you raise Xiao'er to such a big age, I can leave one of you, which can be considered as leaving a trace of Duanmu bloodline!"

"No!" Duanmu Xiao—it should be Long Xiao waved his hand hard, and then looked at Feng Xiao with a begging look: "Can you tell me a story? Then, you can do whatever you want, okay?"

"Grandpa, Grandpa Zeng, can you all listen to Xiao'er telling a story?"

Duanmu Xiong and Duanmu Lie nodded subconsciously, and at this time they could only nod.

Feng Xiao also nodded gently, and he vaguely guessed what he wanted to tell.

Duanmuxiao closed his eyes gently to tidy up his thoughts, opened it quickly, and then began to describe it gently in his tender voice.

"The story I want to tell starts with a beautiful campus. The fashion is the most pleasant in spring, both the weather and the wind. On that campus, a boy named Feng fell in love with a girl named Die at first sight and began to pursue her. For her, who has many suitors, the boy named Feng obviously has no experience in chasing girls, but he is really perfect. The girl named Die'er secretly fell in love with him like many girls. His pursuit made her very happy, but she endured the pain and rejected him again and again because of family reasons... But in the end, she could not refuse her heart and became an amazing lover with the boy named Feng. At that time, the boy named Feng was 17 years old, in his freshman year, and the girl named Die was twenty years old, and was about to graduate in her senior year."

Feng Xiao silently looked at the Beimingyu Butterfly who was also looking at her. After five years of seeing her, she no longer had the innocence she had at that time. There was maturity and faint pity between her eyebrows, but her eyes were still so gentle... His eyes slowly blurred, as if he saw the smile she smiled at him back then, kissed him gently, and acted coquettishly towards him... She was so perfect before, making people want to fall into her tenderness forever.

"The girl named Die has some concerns about her own and never dared to tell the boy named Feng's family. Later, a short time later, she went to a soccer dance party of various major families, where a man named Ji saw her for the first time..."

Duanmu Wuji sighed slightly.

"He is a person born with disabled legs, but he has never felt inferior. He used his ability to attract everyone to pay attention to him and was confirmed as the next head of his family. He was arrogant and always believed that no woman was worthy of him... But when he saw the butterfly, he thought that he had seen the fairy in the sky, deeply attracted by her, and was fascinated by her... When she asked him politely, he was at a loss and even began to feel inferior. He felt that the disabled himself was not worthy of such a fairy."

"From that day, he thought about the girl named Die, day and night, and was deeply trapped in her shadow. Finally, he proposed to Die's family and proposed that as long as Die can marry him, his family is willing to provide them with everything they need."

"For the family where Die is located, it was a completely irresistible temptation. So Die's younger brother, a boy named Yun, and her father, were very happy to mention this to her. Die refused and finally confessed that she already had someone she liked and would be with him forever."

Bei Mingyudie covered her lips and tried hard not to cry. Her tears had wet the ground a lot.
Chapter completed!