"Ah——"
He let out a miserable scream, dropping the boning sharp knife and the little child from his hand, rushing to cover the two bloodied sockets of his eyes.
Suddenly, one of his wrists was grabbed by two furry little claws. In his perception, the little claws were very thin, very small, yet they had the strength of a thousand gold; with just a twist, the wrist snapped cleanly.
Nangong Yi had already leapt forward at the moment Brother Ying attacked Scarface, and when he saw Yu'er falling, he hurriedly bent down to save him. At the moment just before Yu'er hit the ground, he steadily caught the child.
"Imperial Father——"
As soon as the little child landed in Nangong Yi's bosom, he grabbed his clothing and began to cry unjustly.
