"Wow——!"

The cry of the baby was loud.

The child's first cry shows the joy of new life. It was as if a vultures had split a gap through the cloudy clouds, and the ethereal light hurriedly refracted down, gradually gathering more and more to illuminate the earth.

The newborn was taken out by Wen Po and handed to Yan Lingxu, his soft body was like a dandelion floating gently in the wind, white and soft, fluffy.

Yan Lingxu, who had never held a child, was stunned by the warm touch in her arms.

The little hands, the little feet, even the body and head are small, so fragile, so in need of care.

If you look closely, the eyebrows and eyes look like yourself, but they have a little bit of a peaceful demeanor.

In fact, Yan Lingxu was afraid.

He became a colt in a daze, had a child inexplicably, and is still holding the only imperial grandson of Qianguo in a state of ignorance.

He wanted to do it well, but he didn't know how to do it.

It was not until this moment, holding his young son in his arms, the double impact of his body and psychology, and the heavy weight on his shoulders, that he understood the responsibility of being a husband and a father.

He has to do a good job of himself, he has to be a good husband of Xihe, and he has to be a good colt of this huge Qianguo!

The breeze is clear and the moon is clear, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

Just when Yan Lingxu was still immersed in infinite joy.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly rose, mixed with the momentum of destroying the world and approaching Yan Lingxu.

Yan Lingxu dodged to the side with the child in his arms, the wind forced straight back, and in the blink of an eye, it rose up with a 'boom' and rolled up a tree, which suddenly fell apart and fell to the ground in pieces.

At the same time that Yan Lingxu dodged, the wind also rolled up the Wen Po and a handmaiden just now, and they roared and screamed in the wind.

First of all, Wen Po couldn't bear the manic shaking force and spit out a mouthful of blood, rising and falling with the rotation of the wind, gradually shifting her facial features in the air, slowly falling down without strength in her limbs, and finally being forced open by the hurricane that kept opening and closing her big mouth, her intestines and internal organs were exposed, and she was so bloody that she didn't seep into people.

Or break limbs in the wind, or be blown off and fly out, or fear with a hideous expression......

The trees were broken and the wind dispersed, and Yan Lingxu fixed his eyes to see which was the strong wind, and the figure of a person was revealed in the dust.

Yan Lingxu looked at everyone's painful expressions. It seems that his face is calm, but in fact, he is holding the child's hands, and his palms are full of sweat.

It turns out that the weirdness of this wind lies in him!

Silver whip, black clothes, scars across the entire face.

The cold man who entangled and fought with the boss on a rainy night!

At this time, it was good to be in this Qianguo Palace, as if he came and went freely, and he blatantly killed so many people!

He silently rubbed his palms, feigning composure.

"Who are you?"

"The man who took his life." The night breeze blew slowly, as if it rolled up Yan Lingxu's soul.

Around this Xi and the palace, in order not to disturb the princess's postpartum rest, under the order of Qianyu, the guards were evacuated and only the palace maids were left.

At this time, everyone inside is dead, and the outside is empty.

Even if you want to call someone, in this palace, which occupies almost one-third of Yanjing, even if you shout through your throat, you can't call someone.

I don't know what the purpose of the person in front of him is, but Yan Lingxu knows that the person who came was not for him, but for the child in his arms.

If you don't move, the man in black threw out his whip, and Yan Lingxu felt that the temperature around him had plummeted.

Although he has martial arts, but he is not proficient, he can only deal with some three-legged cat thieves, at this time when he encounters this killer who kills like a harvest, it is difficult to protect himself, let alone save people, and he is even more powerless to return to the sky.

Just when he thought he and his child were going to die on the spot.

"Hah-"

A flash of cold light flashed, and the whip was forced to turn around.

Yan Lingxu looked up, and a snow-white figure flew over his head.

Mo Jingluan picked up his toes, picked up the sword that had been swept away by the whip just now, grabbed it in his hand, and his body spun in mid-air, and the sword light flashed and went straight to the man in black. The thin and translucent blade of the sword, the sharp tip of the sword aimed at the eyes of the man in black.

Sword against whip, bursts of golden sparks.

Mo Jingluan turned over and landed in front of Yan Lingxu and looked at the man in black not far away.