This time, Feng Qianxiao and Jun Wuhen stood side by side, with Jun Wuhen holding a baby in his hands.
Xijian Liying led the heavenly soldiers and generals to stand in front of them.
"Ji Yanran, you bitch, as the crown prince of the heaven, you actually had an affair with this illegitimate son and gave birth to an evil seed for him!"
He roared angrily, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty coldness.
Feng Qianxiao smiled bitterly. She was not surprised by the arrival of this day. She had even been mentally prepared for it.
She said quietly: "It doesn't matter how you want to punish me! But please let Wuhen and the child go!"
"Dream!" Xijian Liying roared: "I will let you all go to hell and never be reincarnated forever!"
After speaking, the sharp blade in his hand flashed and struck directly at them.
Feng Qianxiao closed her eyes and waited for his sharp blade.
However, the pain that pierced the body did not come.
Only hearing a muffled groan, she opened her eyes.
But Jun Wuhen stepped forward with the child in his arms and received his sword blow.
The long sword passed through the child's tender body and stabbed fiercely into Jun Wuhen's body.
When the sword was drawn out, the child had stopped crying, and Jun Wuhen fell to the ground holding the child.
"Wuhen!" Feng Qianxiao felt like her heart was twisting in a knife, and she burst into tears. She threw herself on him, looked at him, and looked at the dead child: "Why are you so stupid?"
"Your magic power is no worse than his, why don't you avoid it?"
"You can take the child and run away! No matter what the punishment is, let me take it!"
"Yanran," a wry smile appeared on Jun Wuhen's beautiful face: "Don't cry for me, I'm not worth it."
"A woman's tears are very precious, don't shed them easily, put them away!"
Because of these words, she burst into tears.
He paused, looked at her with exquisitely beautiful eyes, and said: "Actually, there is something I haven't told you. I was using you at the beginning!"