Song Ci'an closed his eyes, and his heart was sad and uncontrollable.

She's probably going to die here today.

It's just pity for her unborn child.

Thinking of this, Song Ja'an couldn't help crying, she was sorry for the children and brought them into this world, but there was no way to protect them from birth.

At this critical moment, Song Ci'an saw a familiar figure.

- It's Xu Huaiday.

He suddenly appeared, and with a horizontal kick that knocked everyone who was pressing down on her.

After feeling the power that imprisoned her body disappear, Song Ja'an hurriedly sat up and ran to a safe place with her stomach protected.

Xu Huaiday's eyes were red, like an enraged beast.

Each attack is very heavy.

Even though it was very far away, Song Ci'an could still hear a heavy thud.

He was like a tireless fighting machine, and he didn't retract his feet until the men fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

A gentle arc floated on his face, and he looked at Song Ci'an with a smile, his eyes were still red, but the words he said were very light: "An An, are you injured, are you uncomfortable?" ”

The air was thick with the smell of blood.

Song Ja'an was disgusted, and after smelling it for a long time, her head was dizzy, and she opened her mouth: "I didn't ......"

Before he finished speaking, he fainted in Xu Huaiyang's worried eyes.

"An An? Porcelain An?! ”

Xu Huai took Song Ci'an back to the house, he wiped the blood on his hands indifferently, and looked at Song Ci'an's expression was extremely gentle.

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Song Ja'an's cheek, but saw that there were still some blood stains on his fingers.

Lined with Song porcelain Anyu's white skin, it is particularly conspicuous.

He paused his hand, slowly withdrew it, and took the cloth and wiped it again.

Footsteps could be heard outside the house.

Que walked in and looked at Xu Huai day indifferently: "If you want to do it, you can let me do it, why hurt your hands for those people?" ”

Xu Huai glanced at him lightly, and his gaze returned to Song Ci'an.

The sleeping Song Ci'an is like a white angel, which makes Xu Huai day feel at ease at a glance.

"An An is my woman, why not if I protect my own woman?"

Que Dingding looked at Xu Huai Tian fixedly, with an unspeakable expression: "You and her are not married yet, and the saint is not willing to marry you, is it a bit of self-deception for you to say this now?" ”

Xu Huaitian's jaw tightened suddenly, and he turned his head to warn Que fiercely.

"I don't like to hear what you say, and I don't want a next time."

"The goddess is destined to marry the tribal leader, An An is destined to be my woman, it doesn't matter if she doesn't want now, I'll make her willing."

After making sure that the blood stains on his hands were wiped clean, Xu Huaiday's hand was placed on Song Ci'an's soft cheeks, and his expression was gentle as if he was looking at a treasure.

His voice changed: "How is An An's situation?" ”

"Nothing."

Que said lightly: "Overworked, frightened, some blood loss, plus pregnancy, take a good rest, and take care of it for a while." ”

Song Ci'an sighed, frowning tightly in his sleep, as if he was having a nightmare.

Her hands subconsciously protected her bulging abdomen.

"Where's the kid?"

Xu Huaiday's face became ugly: "This bastard is still alive?" ”

"Alive."

Que raised his eyebrows: "Life is quite strong, the mother is weak to this point, and he is still alive." ”

"Humph!"

Xu Huai was extremely dissatisfied with Que's words: "It is worthy of being a mongrel." ”

"Yes, Chief, the child is still not gone, are you disappointed?"

Hearing this, Xu Huai Sun chuckled and looked at him coldly: "Should you give me an explanation, why An An was taken away under our noses under heavy protection?" ”