Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Frown, "no matter what you have, sit down and make it clear that the child is still asleep. You two parents fight and kill. It's not good."

Han Sheng's eyebrows wrinkled deeper. His voice was cold and ruthless, sweeping at Xia Qingluo, "this is my private affair with the fox demon. The ancestor of Qingluo should not intervene."

Xia Qingluo choked.

Look back at Nangong Li and Nangong Sujin.

Su Jin seemed a little confused at this time. There was a layer of fog in her beautiful eyes. She heard Han Sheng's voice and looked up, but she saw the child in Han Sheng's arms and suddenly shouted, "give me back my son."

Then he rushed to Han Sheng.

Nangong Li suddenly came forward and moved his wrist. A divine sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed straight to Han Sheng.

No matter who the man is, he didn't think of it just now. At this time, he dared to touch his aunt. He didn't mind killing God.

Han Sheng looked down at the child in his arms. He had a delicate white face and a ruddy mouth. From time to time, he seemed to aftertaste something delicious. Han Sheng didn't know what he thought of, and his eyebrows softened.

Stretched out his index finger and put it in the middle of his son's eyebrow. It took a long time to put his hand down.

Holding the child's hand, but tight.

It's a taboo. Nangong Sujin didn't dare to grab it. She bit her teeth, covered the gloom in her eyes, took a step forward and softened her voice. "Emperor Han Sheng, I don't know it's your old man's reincarnation, but it's wrong. All this can't be recovered. Bao'er is innocent. Please give him back to me. I promise I won't disturb you again."

Han Sheng was very unhappy. Old man, why is this so harsh.

He smiled coldly, "bao'er is my son. You fox demon doesn't deserve to raise him. For bao'er's sake, I forgive you for hurting the Magnolia fairy. From then on, don't appear in front of me."

Then he looked at Su brocade with disgust, and spit out a word coldly, "get out!"

With that, he will fly towards the heaven.

Nangong Sujin could no longer care about the sharp pain in his heart. His wrist moved, and a white yarn flew towards Han Sheng. He roared in his mouth, "return my son."

People then flew into the sky.

Han Sheng waved his light sword, but it was shining.

The white yarn of brocade turns into fragments and dissipates with the wind.

Her eyebrows tightened and covered her heart. Naturally, she was not a vegetarian.

The figure flashed, and the white gauze turned into nine tails behind him soared in an instant, blocking Han Sheng's way.

People also then flew up, such as the eyes of autumn water fell on the child in Han Sheng's arms, with a little water light. Then, they took a look at Han Sheng, hid the bitterness in their heart, and said word by word, "people who don't want to make trouble know it, so give the child back to me."

"Are you threatening me?" Han Sheng asked indifferently.

"Su Jin doesn't dare, but you insist on taking bao'er. I'm sure I'm not finished with you." Nangong Su Jin said gritting his teeth.

He forced himself not to see the man in front of him and repeatedly warned himself that the man in front of him was not Han Sheng who loved her as much as his life, not the husband who fought with her, but Han Sheng, the emperor who once said to pursue her.

"So what?" Han Sheng suddenly smiled and took a step towards Su brocade, slightly bowed his head and opened his mouth low. "The first beauty in the Six Worlds gave birth to a son for me. I don't suffer."