"Mother..."

Shen Jingyuan was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.

It was A Yuan's voice.

Xi Yan opened her eyes, which had been closed, again.

She looked back.

At this moment, Shen Jingyuan was standing in the middle of the hall, having obviously just run out of the room.

Didn't she clearly tell him to hide?

A tear slid gently down Xiyan's face from the corner of her eye.

There was also a flash of fear in his eyes.

Shen Jingyuan reacted quickly. Looking at Yuan Shouyi, who was holding a sword and attacking his mother, he ran to his mother in two steps and tried to break the peach wood sword that was pointing at his mother.

But for Yuan Shouyi, this amount of strength can be ignored.

A gleam of light flashed in Yuan Shouyi's eyes, followed by some obvious calculations.

Shen Jingyuan's hands were already covered in blood, and some of the wounds on the joints were so deep that the bones were visible. These wounds were caused by him smashing the door.

He has too little strength.

He could only struggle to move a chair and hit the door, but even so, with the strength of a child, he was unable to use the chair to cause any damage to the door panel.

He picked up the knife he had left in the room.

He began by making long and narrow cuts in the door panel, then slowly enlarged the cuts and dug out the surrounding wood chips.

With Shen Jingyuan's operation, several small holes began to appear on the original wooden door.

Shen Jingyuan began to try to enlarge the hole, but found that the knife in his hand was no longer sharp because of the addition of several notches.

He angrily threw the knife aside and kicked the door.

The stinging sensation in his toes did not stop Shen Jingyuan from moving.

He now urgently needs to see his mother and father.

The cloth shoes on his feet had a small hole in the toe because he had been kicking the door all the time, and the soles were also slightly loose.

He originally thought that after the door in front of him was broken open, he would be able to walk out of the room.

But that is not the case.

Shen Jingyuan looked at the hole in front of him that he had broken with great effort, lowered his head, and drilled in. The pain on the top of his head clearly reminded him that he still couldn't get out.

But just now, his heart became more and more panicked, his eyes had already turned red, and even had some bloodshot.

Just when he thought he would be locked up this time, he walked out smoothly.

I also heard the noise in the yard.

He originally wanted to be quiet and listen to his mother's words obediently, but the peach wood sword was too eye-catching.

There are also peach leaves falling all over the yard.

And the mother lying in a pool of blood, and the father who was nowhere to be seen.

He immediately forgot his mother's instructions and cried out.

Xi Yan looked at this scene and couldn't help but said, "A Yuan, be good and go back to your room."

Shen Jingyuan was slightly stunned, his small hand still holding the peach wood sword, stubbornly not letting go.

He even shook his head very frankly.

He didn't want to be obedient, at least not this time.

"Ayuan, no, mother, Ayuan won't leave."

Yuan Shouyi looked at Shen Jingyuan, who was not even as tall as his waist, and glanced at Xi Yan, who was shouting at him to leave.

"Is this your son?"

There was disbelief in his tone, but his eyes were full of sinisterness.

It was as if he was digging a pit for her and A Yuan to jump into.

Xi Yan didn't want to tell Yuan Shouyi the truth, she just wanted to say: No, I picked it up.

Even though I don't know what she did wrong, I still hope that my child will not be implicated.

He didn't know about this and shouldn't have been involved.

But Shen Jingyuan just stared at Yuan Shouyi, but his hand did not loosen, still holding the peach wood sword tightly.

The originally delicate palm now had another long wound.

"Does he know that the mother he calls is a demon?"

Before Xiyan could refute or Shen Jingyuan could admit it, Yuan Shouyi spoke bluntly.

And it was very obvious that it was directed at Xi Yan.

There was only confusion in Shen Jingyuan's eyes, but not a trace of fear.

He looked at his mother, and Xiyan did not avoid him deliberately.

Such an attitude made Shen Jingyuan understand that the person in front of him who said that his mother was a demon was not wrong.

only……

Shen Jingyuan's small body could only look up at Yuan Shouyi, but his tone did not show any compromise:

"Mother is my mother, no matter if she is a demon or a human, she is A Yuan's mother."

Yuan Shouyi didn't expect Shen Jingyuan to be as stubborn as Shen Qiwen.

Although he was angry, he just sneered a few times: "That's what your father said before. Just now, after the demon's strength was insufficient, he woke up."

"I think because you are still young, the impact you received was quite profound."

With just a few hasty words, the rare true love in this world is devalued to nothing.

Yuan Shouyi stretched out his hand, placed it on Shen Jingyuan's shoulder, then suddenly pulled himself up and threw him aside.

Yuan Shouyi's eyes became even more vicious, and the sword in his hand pierced Xi Yan's abdomen without any hesitation.

In an instant, the tip of the peach wood sword was stained with blood.

Xi Yan looked at Yuan Shouyi's smug look and really didn't want her demon pill to fall into his hands.

Shen Jingyuan, who was pushed aside, looked at the scene in front of him, and then looked at the sword stuck in his mother's body. He couldn't help it again, and took a few steps forward and wanted to push Yuan Shouyi away.

But how could Yuan Shouyi let Shen Jingyuan succeed again? He just waved his hand lightly.

Shen Jingyuan was unable to move.

Xiao Qi also saw this scene and looked at Ning Wan who was still preparing to forcibly transform.

Thinking of the sentence in the original plot, Xiaoqi didn't want to continue watching.

Xi Yan once again used a small amount of spiritual power, but Yuan Shouyi did not take this little bit of spiritual power seriously. Instead, he thought it was just Xi Yan's dying struggle.

The sword in Yuan Shouyi's hand deepened a little.

He could feel that this demon pill would soon be his.

"Let my mother go, let her go!" Shen Jingyuan cried.

However, his hands and feet were firmly pinned down by that spiritual power, unable to move.

"Calm down. Once this demon reveals its true form, you will naturally come to your senses like your father did."

Yuan Shouyi didn’t care about Shen Jingyuan’s crying at all, he just raised his eyes slightly and saw Shen Qiwen.

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