The child's father is said to be a country man. It is a shame for the child of such a humble person to live!
Ye Qingran closed her eyes and told herself that she was here to save Xiaohu and must endure it.
Ling Qingwu admired Ye Qingran's current state very much. She was finally no longer as confident as before, and she looked as calm as water from beginning to end.
"Ye Qingran, you know, when I ordered people to torture him, he cried so miserably. He cried "Mother" at the same time, tut tut, it's really heartbreaking."
Ye Qingran took a deep breath, her eyes turned red. She couldn't help but think about the little fox crying and calling her.
He was still so young and had just returned to her arms. She had vowed to make it up to him, but...
Deep in my heart, I am filled with self-blame!
"What are you going to do to let him go?"
"Let him go? It's not impossible. As long as your performance satisfies me, I might consider letting him go!"
Ling Qingwu said, winking at the disciples beside her. They showed a malicious smile, each of them took a weapon and walked towards Ye Qingran.
"As for my junior brothers and sisters, they have a lot of opinions on you during this period. As long as you can calm them down, maybe I will let your son go!"
Ye Qingran cast a sidelong glance at the others and understood their purpose. However, she knew clearly in her heart that even if they beat her to death, they would not let Xiao Hu go easily.
However, for that slim probability, she had to take a gamble.
This is what she owes Xiaohu.
"Xiaohu, my mother has not been by your side these years, so I will let my mother protect you this time!"
Ye Qingran said silently in her heart. She raised her head, her eyes bright, "Let's do it."
Ling Qingwu raised her head and laughed, extremely happy.
"Ye Qingran, you have today too!" As he said that, his expression changed and he was as sharp as a knife. He waved his sleeves and shouted: "Hit me! Hit me hard!"
She wanted Ye Qingran to live and die!
The three Xuanyuan disciples approached Ye Qingran with their own weapons.
The weapons of the three people were a long whip with barbs, an iron rod and an iron hammer.
A disciple raised his long stick with a fierce look on his face. The long stick swung from behind Ye Qingran and hit her back hard, making a dull sound.
Ye Qingran groaned, and before she could stabilize her body, a big black hammer hit her abdomen.
All the internal organs seem to have moved out of place!
Attacked from both sides, Ye Qingran gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain. The long black whip covered with barbs whizzed down, leaving a blood mark directly on her arm. The blood splashed on the ground like a fallen plum!
The three disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect were not less angry with Ye Qingran during this period, especially the time they slapped each other on the Xuanwu stage, which left a deep impression on them. This time they seized the opportunity and did not even think about it.
You have to be merciful, so each one strikes harder than the other.
I don't know how much time passed, but Ye Qingran was already covered in cuts and bruises.
The three Xuanyuan disciples had expressions of joy on their faces.
Even though there was no intact part of his body, Ye Qingran remained motionless and did not even shout.
So strong that one cannot help but destroy her!
This made Ling Qingwu feel very frustrated.
"Okay!" she stopped.
"Now, you should be satisfied, right?" Ye Qingran's eyes were filled with blood, and his voice was hoarse, as if there was sand in his throat.
"It's too late tonight, let's talk about it tomorrow!" Ling Qingwu said, turned and left with a sneer.
She had already lost interest.
Perhaps, making Ye Qingran wait in the long night is even more torture for her!
Her voice came through the night, "Find me at Laijiang Pavilion tomorrow at noon!"
Ye Qingran stared at the back, the hands at his sides clenched tightly into fists.
As long as Ling Qingwu still wants to torture her, Xiaohu's life will not be in danger for a while.
She comforted herself so much.
Returning to Tingyuxuan, Han Xing Leng Yue has not returned yet. Ye Qingran glanced at Fu Qianchen and confirmed that he was still sleeping. He breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the room to heal himself.
She was hurt too badly.
His body was covered in bruises, and almost no part of his body was intact. His clothes were soaked with blood, and his internal organs were also severely damaged.
It is almost the most serious in five years.
After she finished treating the wound, Dongfang was white and Hanxing Lengyue had not returned yet. She knew that the whereabouts of the little fox had not been found yet. The pain in her body coupled with the endless worry and self-blame made her faint.
Fu Qianchen woke up early and found that Mo Xiaohu, who often slept in, had already gotten up, which surprised him. He got up and got dressed, but he didn't see his mother in the yard. In the past, her mother would be in the yard at this time.
Morning exercise.
Sister Xing'er and Sister Yue'er were also missing.
The little devil fox was nowhere to be seen.
Could it be that they didn't take him with them when they went out to play?
He pushed open the door of Ye Qingran's room with doubts and found that the door was open. After opening the door, he saw his mother sleeping on the table.
"Mom, why are you sleeping on the table?"
Fu Qianchen rubbed his eyes and walked to Ye Qingran. He smelled a strong smell of blood coming from her body. He was suddenly startled. When he came to the side in front of Ye Qingran, he saw that her face was as pale as paper.
A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. He reached out and touched his mother's forehead. The hot touch made his heart suddenly clench.
"Mother!" Fu Qianchen shouted.
No one responded to him.
What about everyone else?
Where have they all gone?
What should he do now?
After all, Fu Qianchen was still a five-year-old child. He was anxious for a while and didn't know what to do. He forced himself to calm down and recalled some simple methods of dealing with fevers that his mother usually taught them. He took the medicine box from his mother's spare
He took out the antipyretic pill and gave her one, then found a quilt to cover her body. After confirming that her mother was fine for the time being, she quickly went to find her father.
Unfortunately, Fu Hanxiu fell into the mortal world last night and has not woken up yet.
However, Fu San had already learned the news from the secret guard and sent people out to find the whereabouts of Mo Xiaohu.
Ye Qingran woke up and found Fu Qianchen sitting in front of her with a worried look on his face.
"Xiaochen, why are you here?"
Fu Qianchen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ye Qingran woke up, "Mom, you have a fever! And why are there so many injuries on your body?"
Ye Qingran's face was pale and he looked as if he was in trouble, but he tried his best to show a comforting smile, "Mother is fine. Don't worry, Xiaochen, okay?"
She said and glanced out the window. Noon was almost here.