Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

If it was him who slept on that bed, he must not have reacted so quickly, he would probably have been chopped into two or three pieces!

"Old Lin, are you alright? Did you hurt somewhere?" He hurriedly asked with concern.

"No, nothing."

Old Lin gritted his teeth and replied.

He reacted quickly enough, but he couldn't stand up to his high cultivation.

Although the fatal blow was blocked, he was still thrown, and the fall was extremely painful. He probably ran away in the end, and he also realized that he attacked the wrong person.

"Come on, there are assassins, come on!"

He yelled outside again, trying to call more people over, even if he couldn't catch up with the assassin, he still had to scare them away, so that people wouldn't come to trouble the little ancestor every day.

He yelled outside, and the little prince also yelled as if he had figured it out.

"Come on, come on, my prince is about to be killed, come on! Where are you guys?" He didn't think there was anything wrong with being assassinated, because someone must have protected him.

But it doesn't work if this continues, he is protected, but the person who protects him will not suffer.

Just like the current Lao Lin, facing the moonlight outside, he could see Lao Lin gritted his teeth, which showed that he was injured. The Hua Yan here is still extremely hot, and there were not many people who could stay by his side to protect him.

He also has to protect Lao Lin.

Soon, the guards of the Beimo camp all came out of their tents.

The first one to come out was Feng Tang, he came out as soon as he heard the voice, and rushed directly in front of the little prince: "Little prince, how are you, where are you hurt?"

He looked the little prince up and down, and seeing that there was no change in his face, he knew that he was fine.

Then, he set his sights on Lao Lin, "Are you injured?"

"It's okay, I just got kicked, a little injury." Lao Lin waved his hand at Feng Tang.

This is not bad, if he is not paying attention and really falls asleep, then it is probably not a matter of being kicked, but it is not sure whether his life is there or not.

"That person didn't show mercy at all, tsk tsk."

He clicked his tongue twice, and looked back at the bed he was lying on just now. At this moment, the thin quilt on the bed had been cut into a mess, and he couldn't see it at all.

"hiss!"

The little prince followed his gaze and gasped.

Just now he was too busy thinking about the assassin, and he didn't look at the bed, but when he saw it now, he broke out in a cold sweat.

If it was him who was lying on the bed, it would probably be the same as that quilt, he was cut so that even his mother and concubine didn't know him, right? Fortunately, Lao Lin was there.

When Feng Tang looked over, he was also secretly shocked.

He thought that after one failure, those people would give up killing people and think of other ways.

At least, he wouldn't assassinate him for the second time so soon. How could he know that these people were really insane, knowing that they were prepared, they still shot.

Is it true that killing Hua Yan is the only way to mess up Hua Yan?

"you…"

"What's going on? Where is the assassin?"

The lord of the Beimo camp also rushed over, followed by several guards.

"Little prince, are you okay? But where is it hurt, show me quickly." This little ancestor can't have any accidents, otherwise, he can only stay in Huayanjue for the rest of his life.

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