"Long live Lord Ryujin, long live, long live!"

When everyone saw Qiao Chushen, they knelt down and shouted.

The bronze sword in Qiao Chushen's hand pointed at the sun in the sky.

Qin Chaoyue didn't know if it was his hallucination, and felt that the blue sun in the sky seemed to tremble.

She knew that Qiao Chushen didn't have his own mind and consciousness now, and she couldn't stop him from anything, and even held the baby away a little, otherwise, she was afraid that the devastating scene in the Dragon Temple would appear again.

"Lord Ryujin, please dye the sun red and save our tribe!"

The witch called.

The people of the other tribes called in unison.

Qin Chaoyue's heart seemed to have been pressed against a big stone and sank.

"What if he does stain the sun with blood?"

Qiao Chutian frowned and asked Qin Chaoyue.

"I don't know, he's not him anymore, and we can't stop him at all."

Qin Chaoyue said painfully, "I can only do everything every day." ”

"Ahh

Qiao Chutian sighed.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy—"

The baby screamed loudly.

Qiao Chushen's expressionless face turned to this side, and his blood-red eyes seemed to be looking for something.

Qin Chaoyue nervously hugged the baby and shouted in a low voice, "Don't make a sound." ”

The baby didn't listen, and still kept calling his father, as if he had long forgotten his previous fear of his father.

Qiao Chushen thrust the bronze sword in his hand into the ground and strode over.

Qin Chaoyue held the baby and wanted to step back nervously.

However, he was faster than anything else, like a ghost, blocking her path.

"Chu Shen—"

Qin Chaoyue looked at him with a trembling voice and said, "Don't hurt the baby." ”

"Daddy, hug!"

The baby was very happy, and stretched out his hands to Qiao Chushen with a milky voice.

Qiao Chushen snatched the baby from Qin Chaoyue's hand.

The baby was in his arms, dancing happily and giggling.

Qiao Chushen lifted him high.

The blue sun shines on the baby's body.

If this is a movie shot, Qin Chaoyue must feel very beautiful.

But now, she only felt terrified.

Qiao Chushen won't dye the baby's blood in the sun, right?

"Long live Lord Ryujin, long live, long live!"

The people of the tribe, led by the witch, once again knelt down and shouted, with excitement and excitement.

Qiao Chu held the baby's hand and suddenly threw it high!

Qin Chaoyue's heart, as if he was being tightly strangled with a rope, rushed over, wanting to catch the child.

However, Qiao Chushen caught the baby one step ahead.

"Daddy, come again!"

The baby is not aware of the danger at all and screams with joy.

Seeing that the child was caught and safe and sound, Qin Chaoyue's tense heart soothed a little.

When she came to her senses, the baby was thrown high again, and the bronze sword had returned to Qiao Chushen's hand.

This time, instead of reaching out to take it, he stabbed the baby with the tip of his sword, just like he had in the Dragon Temple before.

Even though nothing happened last time, this time-

Qin Chaoyue clearly saw that the tip of the sword pierced directly through the baby's back......

A stream of blood, blooming in the air like a blooming manju sawah, cleansed the blue rays of the sun......

"Ahh

Qin Chaoyue's eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground and passed out.

It's all a dream!

It's definitely a dream!

She struggled in a coma, her eyelids seemed to be stuck to something, she couldn't open her eyes at all, only kept chanting this sentence, and her heart ached as if it had been torn apart......