Sure enough, everyone's movements gradually stopped, including the fight between Jun Moying and the Lord.

There were many sights that fell on her, complex, inquiring, angry, satisfied...... Feng Qian had no time to distinguish which gaze belonged to whom, and in the same way, she didn't look at anyone, but just looked at the person holding the child opposite: "Give my child back to me." ”

The man was obviously not in charge, and looked at the man in the bronze mask standing beside the emperor at a loss, "Your Lord, ......"

"Lord, leave me alone. Today's great opportunity, we must not let them go! ”

Feng Qian thought she was noisy, and stabbed the hairpin in his hand without hesitation, "If you make any more noise, I will draw a few lines on your face, and when the time comes, even if you survive today, you will no longer be qualified to stand by the man you like, understand?" ”

"Feng Qian!"

"I'm not joking, now on, you'd better not let me hear you."

Everyone has never seen her like this, even Jun Hanxiao has always only regarded her as a weak little woman who needs to be protected, but they never thought that she would have such a side, cold, resolute, and covered with a blood-stained aura.

Liufeng didn't dare to speculate on the Lord's intentions, so he didn't give the order for a long time. Although, basically, no one's life can be compared to Miss's, so he has no doubt that the Lord will let people hand over the child, but the Lord doesn't speak, and he can only wait.

Seeing the Lord's figure standing there straight, his gaze falling on the opposite side for a moment, Liufeng suddenly felt that this man was very pitiful.

Perhaps everyone thinks that the Lord is looking at the young lady at the moment, but he knows that it is not.

"Give her the baby."

Finally, the man relented, and his withdrawn gaze was already close to cold indifference.

Shadow Moon frowned and went over to pick up the kid and hand it to the dark guard behind her.

But just when everyone thought that today's events would pass like this, the two most high-profile people on the cliff fought again without warning.

Feng Qian was shocked when he saw that person make a move on Jun Moying, how dare he, how could he - his woman is still in her hands!

"Stop!" Feng Qian roared angrily, but the two of them ignored her, but it was very tacit, except for the two of them, none of the others did anything else.

Jun Hanxiao looked at the two people in mid-air worriedly, he could see that the master's martial arts were not under the imperial brother, but the imperial brother only had one hand now......

At this moment, Feng Qian roared in her almost hoarse voice: "Do you really want your woman to die in front of you?" ”

I don't know if it's his delusion, Jun Hanxiao paused for a moment when he saw the man's movements.

It was also at that moment that Jun Moying just slapped him in the chest, and a large amount of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The flowing wind shook, his fists clenched suddenly, and he glared at Feng Qian fiercely.

Feng Qian's eyelashes twitched, and she heard the woman next to her gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Feng Qian, are you crazy?" ”

After being silent for a moment, Feng Qian pursed her lips and chuckled: "I help my husband, shouldn't I?" ”

But just when everyone thought that the man who was hindered by Feng Qian's words would stop, he suddenly laughed coldly, and his low and hoarse voice seemed to pour out from the depths of his throat.

"She's not my woman!"

In a word, I don't know whose dream was shattered.