Chapter 958 Treat the enemy as cold as a severe winter
Chapter 958
Treat your enemies as coldly as the harsh winter
The wind made his cheeks hurt. Young Master Su held the little Ao tightly in his arms, fearing that the wind would hurt the jade-like child, and even more afraid that the people behind him would catch up...
"Don't be afraid, baby, uncle will protect you."
Looking back at the people behind him who were getting closer and closer, beads of sweat kept falling from his forehead. Young Master Su could only gather his true energy desperately in order to speed up and throw away the people behind him, or to rush to the destination.
Step into the Valley of Demon Flame...
For the first time, Young Master Su felt that Zhongzhou was too big and the Demon Flame Valley was too far away...
It’s beyond my power! Young Master Su is becoming more and more powerless!
"Ning Xin, where are you? I beg you to show up quickly. I'm so scared. I'm really scared that I won't be able to protect your son." Young Master Su became more and more worried and became more and more powerless...
Young Master Su is not very fast, but no matter how fast he is, what can he do? After all, he has just stepped into the realm of God, and no matter how fast he is, he cannot be stronger than the opponent...
"Run? Let me see where you run." The person behind him raised his hand, and a blast of infuriating energy came...
"Boom..."
Young Master Su fell straight down like a kite with its string cut off.
Everything went dark, and no matter how much Young Master Su didn't want to, he couldn't control himself from falling into the darkness. He could only rely on instinct to hold Xiao Xiaoao tightly.
"Uncle Zisu..." Xiao Xiaoao held Master Su's collar tightly with both hands, his eyes were as red as blood, but he didn't shed a single tear.
He said that if you don't cry, you will never cry again.
"Uncle Zisu, don't leave the baby alone." Xiao Xiaoao desperately pressed into Mr. Su's arms.
If you fall at this speed and height, you will fall to death even if you are not killed...
I don't know whether Young Master Su sensed the danger or was worried about Xiao Xiao Ao. Young Master Su, who had fainted, opened his eyes with difficulty at the moment he fell.
"Good baby, uncle is fine. Uncle promised to protect you."
Young Master Su bit his tongue hard...
The pain from the tip of his tongue made him sober for a moment. With these two points of sobriety, he condensed the scattered energy in his body at the moment he fell...
If you can't fight back, you can at least slow down a bit and prevent yourself from falling to death.
It would be really embarrassing if people knew that Su, the dignified master of Ningsu Pavilion, was thrown to death.
In a reversal, Young Master Su fell down while holding Xiao Ao...
There was a click, and the sound of bones breaking was heard as Young Master Su's back fell to the ground.
Young Master Su's face was pale, but he didn't even hum. He held up Xiao Xiaoao with both hands, but when he fell down, he held Xiao Xiaoao in his arms...
"Baby, uncle can't walk anymore." But the Demon Flame Valley hasn't arrived yet.
Young Master Su put Xiao Xiaoao beside him and looked at the figure falling from the sky, feeling pained and powerless.
"Uncle Zisu, the baby will carry you on my back from now on." Xiao Xiaoao held his little hands tightly, and his bright black eyes looked at the murderous man in the air.
Mother, is the baby going to die here?
So many people died to protect the baby, but in the end the baby also died.
If I had known this, the baby would have died earlier, so that the twelfth personal guard uncle, grandpa and the others would not have to die for the baby.
Xiao Xiaoao pursed his lips. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would burst into tears.
In fact, he was afraid of death...
But even so, Xiao Xiaoao opened his eyes wide, he wanted to look at the person who killed him...
"The son of Dongfang Ningxin and Xue Tianao, he is indeed very courageous." The elder of the Moon Temple praised him very pertinently, and the movements of his hands did not slow down, and the true energy had been condensed and formed...
"It's a pity that such a beautiful child is destined to die young."
"Hmph..." The little proud brat snorted coldly. His little body was tensed up, but he stubbornly refused to back down. Even if Young Master Su desperately grabbed him and pulled him behind him, he still wouldn't.
Walk……
I don’t know who I look like with this arrogance!
"Son of God, let this end!" The man from the Moon Temple raised his hand, and his true energy was like a swimming dragon, heading straight towards the little Aomianmen.
"dream."
Young Master Su spit out a mouthful of blood. In the flash of lightning, Young Master Su actually turned over and pressed Xiao Ao on top of him...
"Crack, click..." The sound of broken bones was very harsh.
"Uncle Zisu, you promise not to leave the baby alone." Xiao Xiaoao shouted...
"Dad, mother, the baby hates you... It won't come, it won't come. If the baby dies, it will never say again that the baby misses you."
Xiao Xiaoao suppressed the tears that fell, suppressed the fear of approaching death, and reached out to protect Young Master Su, but found...
Huh?
somebody is coming?
"He is indeed dreaming." A cold voice suddenly came from behind, followed by a loud "boom" and fire, but he and Uncle Zisu were fine...
Xiao Xiaoao's beautiful eyelashes were fluttering, and her wet eyes were full of joy.
"Someone is coming, finally someone is coming."
"Ling Zichu has met the young master." Ling Zichu stepped forward, roughly kicked the unconscious Young Master Su away, and picked up the dirty little Xiao Ao...
Those hands that only know how to hold a sword to kill, at this moment, involuntarily stretched out to Xiao Xiaoao's face, and wiped away the dirt on Xiao Xiaoao's face bit by bit, the movements were so gentle that they didn't look like Ling Zichu...
…
"Young Master, Ling Zichu came late and made the young master suffer. Please punish him."
This sentence is sincere.
He arrived late, which made this little older child suffer a lot.
The bloodless face, red and swollen eyes, hoarse voice, dirty clothes, and helpless expression were like a sharp knife, gouging out Ling Zichu's heart bit by bit.
How could these people do this to such a lovable child?
Taking a look at the scattered flesh and blood at his feet, Ling Zichu felt that he had been too soft just now. When dealing with such a person, he should be spared a breath and then slowly tortured to death...
Xiao Xiaoao shook his head. He had just saved his life from death, and he still couldn't believe it...
"It's better than nothing. My uncle's name is Ling Zichu?" Xiao Xiaoao calmed down and the first thing he did was to look at the person holding him.
Very good, finally a strong one.
The quasi-god king was able to instantly kill the ten people who were chasing him.
"Yes, my name is Ling Zichu, and I am your mother's subordinate. My responsibility now is to protect you, young master, and obey your instructions."
Ling Zichu immediately explained his identity clearly, and at the same time handed a token given to him by Dongfang Ningxin to Xiao Xiaoao.
Xiao Ao recognized that token. Uncle Zisu had given him one just now. It was Ningsu Pavilion's token.
After confirming that it was correct, Xiao Xiaoao swept away his helplessness and pointed his fat finger in the direction of Tian Mo:
"My mother said that we should treat our enemies as ruthlessly as the harsh winter. Now let's go back to Tianmo. The blood debt must be paid with blood. I want them to understand that the son of Dongfang Ningxin and Xue Tianao is not someone to be trifled with...
"
The small body burst out with infinite power in an instant, and the clear eyes danced with the flames of killing...
The son of Dongfang Ningxin and Xue Tianao is not a sheep, he will not let others bully him without fighting back...