When Song Qingan returned, there was no trace of anyone there.
After he searched around for a long time and found nothing suspicious, he was worried that Feng Yinwan would forcefully open the acupuncture points in his body, so he turned back.
Unexpectedly, we encountered such a situation just halfway.
Seeing her fall down in the man's arms, he drew his sword and rushed over. Unexpectedly, the man used his hands as claws and directly took his attack.
This man's skill was higher than he thought, even as good as Ye Tinglan.
"Let her go!"
He kept making moves, and the man still had Feng Yinwan hooked up with one of his arms, but he didn't fall behind at all in dealing with it.
Song Qingan's eyebrows turned cold for a moment, and when he hesitated, the man suddenly spoke.
"Aren't you going to use your killer move yet?"
After saying that, he hooked Feng Yinwan's forearm and flexed his tone with a hint of playfulness.
"Oh, are you afraid of hurting her, or the child in her belly?"
He never thought that this girl was pregnant.
"If you hesitate, you won't have a chance."
After the man said this, he quickly struck out with a palm. Song Qingan tried to break it, but the tip of the sword almost touched Feng Yinwan in his hand.
My heart tightened and I immediately stepped away.
But the man didn't intend to let it go just like that.
It was expected that with Feng Yinwan in hand, he would not dare to attack at will, and the palm wind chased after him, and he was actually a bit more ruthless than before.
Song Qing'an mainly practiced swordsmanship, so he had no advantage in close combat. What's more, he had to worry about Feng Yinwan, so he dodged and was hit by a move.
The man's fingertips were like eagle claws, and with this move, the clothes on Song Qingan's shoulders were torn into strips.
A few red marks suddenly appeared on the exposed jade-colored skin.
The man looked at him, his tone even more playful.
"You are no match for me."
"Let her go!"
He swung his sword again after making sure that he would not hurt Feng Yinwan.
Unexpectedly, before the sword energy struck the man, Feng Yinwan's face suddenly appeared in front of him.
Song Qingan's eyebrows tightened, and then he quickly retracted his words.
The moment he retracted the long sword, a heavy palm fell in front of him, and the man directly knocked him back.
At this time, the men in black clothes from behind were also chasing after him. Song Qing'an was still about to raise his sword, but he felt dizzy in his head and his figure couldn't help but collapse.
"Let her go..."
The sword in his hand and the words fell to the ground at the same time. He held on for a moment and then fell down.
"Holy Lord."
The man hummed, took Feng Yinwan's hand and threw her to the people behind him.
"Take it back."
The subordinate nodded and turned to look at Song Qing'an who had fainted on the ground.
"Then this person..."
"Kill."
People in Xuanmen always do things without leaving any consequences.
"yes."
The subordinate was about to take action after receiving his life, but unexpectedly, the blow suddenly stopped just when it was about to land.
He stared at the tiny wrinkles on Song Qingan's face for a while, then stretched out his hand and pulled off a layer of skin!
After seeing clearly the face hidden under the mask, he was suddenly shocked.
"Holy Lord, he is...Little General Song!"
The man obviously didn't expect this, and he immediately paused when he heard this.
"What did you say?"
…
Three years later.
In the Xuanmen Alchemy Room, a delicate and graceful figure was constantly mixing medicine in front of the medicine table.
Suddenly, a small round pink and white hand stretched out from below, grabbed the pills on the corner of the desk, and then retracted it.
The movement was as slow as if it were driven at 0.5x speed, but the woman glanced at it and pretended not to notice and continued to mix the medicine in her hand.
The next moment, the sound of milky cries echoed through the alchemy room.