He said seriously: "No, I didn't."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Xiaobao's chubby hands grabbed his collar, pulled it apart, and buried his head in his arms.

aunt:"……"

Jiang Guanchao: “……!!”

The old lady ran away with her grandson in her arms, and even after she ran a long way, she did not forget to look back at the river and watch the tide.

Jiang Guanchao picked up a fat kid and said, "Did you do this on purpose?"

Wei Xiaobao looked innocent: "Woo woo woo woo~"

The corners of Yunshuang's lips curled up.

This is probably what it means to laugh.

She touched the corner of her mouth.

Well, it seems like it's getting easier.

Jiang Guanchao is a grown man and he is not that thin-skinned.

Although it’s not as thick as Wei Ting’s.

He ordered two bowls of glutinous rice balls.

Wei Xiaobao could only watch but not eat. He sat on his lap and kept making trouble, either grabbing the spoon or the bowl.

"Ababa!"

The handsome man and beautiful woman, plus the cute little chubby boy, attracted a lot of people's attention, and the business of the stall became more prosperous than usual.

After eating the dumplings, night fell and thousands of lights lit up in the town.

Wei Xiaobao became excited when he saw the excitement.

Jiang Guanchao held her in his arms, face outward.

Fortunately, he had amazing arm strength, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hold on to the struggling little fat kid.

"Ababa!"

Wei Xiaobao wanted to catch everything he saw.

She put the ones she grabbed into her mouth. As soon as Jiang Guanchao took one away from her, she went to grab the next one.

When she came across a stall selling purses, she grabbed a purse embroidered with gold thread and refused to let go.

At this time, a two-year-old boy who was being held by an adult nearby also took a fancy to the purse and reached out to grab Wei Xiaobao's.

Wei Xiaobao was very fierce: "Woo wow!"

The little boy was startled.

The next second, he burst into tears! "What happened to your child——"

The little boy's father was about to scold Wei Xiaobao, but when he met Jiang Guanchao's murderous gaze, he instantly became timid.

Wei Xiaobao was holding the river and committing crimes, making loud noises all the way in a very domineering manner. All the children on the street were frightened by this little bully.

The three of them walked on the crowded street.

Suddenly, Yunshuang said calmly: "Someone is following us."

Jiang Guanchao walked on the outside of Yunshuang while holding Wei Xiaobao in his arms, and replied calmly, "Yeah."

"Is he an accomplice of the gang at the post station?"

Yunshuang asked.

When she went to the post station, she smelled blood and saw a body lying in the room.

There is no need to guess to know that Jiang Guanchao took action.

She was not worried that Jiang Guanchao would kill innocent people.

In fact, although Jiang Guanchao is a killer who regards human life as worthless, he charges a price for his actions.

Without a sky-high price, he would be too lazy to kill.

If he was really killed, it meant that he deserved to be put to death.

Jiang Guanchao: "It should be."

Yunshuang asked: "What's your origin?"

Jiang Guanchao replied: "Fuso Killer."

Yunshuang frowned: "Another Fuso killer? Coming for you?"

Jiang Guanchao: “No.”

Yunshuang: "Me?"

Jiang Guanchao: “Not really.”

Yunshuang looked at the chubby kid in his arms: "Xiaobao?"

Wei Xiaobao suddenly heard his name and looked at Yun Shuang cutely: "Woooooo~"

Yunshuang rubbed her little head gently.

After Wei Xiaobao was touched, he happily sat on Jiang Guanchao's arm and flapped his little arms and legs.

Jiang Guanchao kept an eye on the movements behind him and said calmly, "The Fuso killer is catching babies born in August."

Yun Shuang suddenly realized: "No wonder they targeted Xiao Bao, but why would they capture a baby born in August?"

"I don't know." Jiang Guanchao glanced at the shadow approaching on the ground, "You take her away first, I'll go deal with them."

Yunshuang said: "Together."

Jiang Guanchao hugged Wei Xiaobao tighter and walked towards a sparsely populated area.

When we left the market town and came to a secluded country road, the Fuso killers finally showed up.

Two people blocked the three people's retreat, and the other two used their lightness skills to block the three people in front of them.

These Fuso killers are different from those who sneaked into the Wei family mansion last night. They have tongues and can speak.

"What are they talking about?" Yunshuang asked.

Jiang Guanchao said, "In Japanese, they said Wei Xiaobao doesn't look like an eight-month-old child. Another one said, we'll know once we catch him and interrogate him."

Yun Shuang said calmly: "That's right, I have the same idea."

She wanted to see what purpose these Japanese people had in capturing an eight-month-old child! She rushed towards the two Japanese killers in front of her.

The Fuso Killer, who was originally standing in the middle of the path, suddenly took a step back and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

"snort."

Yun Shuang snorted coldly. She didn't know what the Fusang secret technique was last night, so that person took advantage of her.

Not tonight.

She looked at the inky black night and listened to the sound of the night wind.

Instantly, she slammed her palm to the left! A black shadow was blown away by her palm force, and the sword in her hand fell heavily, and the sword light flashed through Yunshuang's eyes.

Yunshuang closed her eyes slightly.

The man disappeared again.

Yunshuang moved her fingertips and shot out two pear blossom darts.

It seems to be moving forward.

In fact, the second and third pear blossom darts hit the tail of the first pear blossom dart, forcibly changing its direction and shooting towards Yunshuang's back.

The Fuso killer behind him had his throat cut instantly by the pear blossom dart, and the splattering blood dyed his companion's clothes red.

Following the thick smell of blood, Yunshuang flew into the air, raised her bare hands, and slapped the opponent's tendons with one palm! However, no one expected that there was a mechanism on the opponent's left arm!

A ninja sword suddenly caught fire and stabbed towards Yunshuang's face with blazing flames.

Yunshuang's expression changed slightly.

In a flash, a large hand with distinct joints grasped the red-hot ninja sword.

He coldly broke the sword and stabbed it into the opponent's right eye! "Ugh——"

Following an extremely shrill hoarse scream, the man's entire face began to burn.

He fell to the ground in agony and burned himself to death.

Yunshuang looked at Jiang Guanchao's burned palm: "Your hand..."

Jiang Guanchao clenched his fist expressionlessly, and the flame went out.

He walked towards the Fusang killer he had captured alive and said, "I know you can speak the Central Plains dialect. Tell me, what are you doing in the Central Plains capturing an eight-month-old child?"

The Fuso killer was stubborn and refused to speak.

"Ababa~"

Wei Xiaobao, who was covered in his arms with his coat, wanted to come out and take a look.

Jiang Guanchao used his uninjured hand to support Wei Xiaobao's head and let her lean on his chest obediently.

"It seems you don't want to say it."

"I don't know, I know nothing!"

The Fuso killer said that he was about to end his life.

Jiang Guanchao broke his hand bones and ruined his voice: "You don't deserve to die a quick death."

"Ababa!"

Wei Xiaobao is coming out.

Jiang Guanchao moved his fingertips, and a stream of icy internal force penetrated the Fusang killer's veins: "Heart Attraction!"

The night is as dark as ink and the bright moon is as sharp as a knife.

The Fuso Killer's tendons and veins burst one by one. He rolled on the ground in pain, wailing silently.

Jiang Guanchao and Yunshuang walked side by side on the quiet path.

Jiang Guanchao was wearing a white middle garment, and in his arms was Wei Xiaobao, who was held in a black outer robe.

Wei Xiaobao licked his fingers innocently and cutely: "Aba Aba."

A breeze blew, and the sleeves of their clothes were blown together.

He has committed too many sins of murder and is filled with murderous aura, like the Nine Netherworld Demon Emperor who is stepping on a mountain of corpses and blood.

Yun Shuang's aura was not eroded by his murderous intent at all, like a purple lotus that was not stained by dust.

"Where to go now?"

Yunshuang asked.

Jiang Guanchao said: "We just let one go. Follow him and attack Fusang's lair."

Yunshuang: "Okay."

Wei Xiaobao: Woo-woo-woo! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)