Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

If it was him sleeping on that bed, he would definitely not have reacted so quickly. He would probably be chopped into two or three pieces!

"Old Lin, are you okay? Are you injured somewhere?" He quickly asked with concern.

"No, it's okay."

Old Lin gritted his teeth and replied.

He reacted quickly enough, but he couldn't withstand other people's high cultivation level.

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 understood that he had attacked the wrong person.

"Come here, there's an assassin, come here quickly!"

He shouted outside again, trying to call more people to come over. Even if he couldn't chase the assassin, he still had to scare them away so that they wouldn't come to trouble the little ancestor every two days.

He shouted out, and the little prince also shouted after him, as if he had figured it out.

"Come on, come on, come on, my prince is about to be killed, come on, come on! Where are the people?" He didn't think there was anything wrong with being assassinated. Someone must be protecting him.

But it won't work if it goes on like this. He is being protected, but the people who protect him will not suffer.

Just like Lao Lin now, facing the moonlight outside, he could see Lao Lin gritting his teeth. It could be seen that he was injured. Hua Yan was still here and there were not many people who could stay by his side to protect him.

He also had to protect Lao Lin.

Soon, the defenders of the Northern Desert Camp came out of their tents.

Feng Tang was the first to come out. As soon as he heard the sound, he came out and rushed directly to the little prince: "Little prince, how are you? Are you injured anywhere?"

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

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

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

This is not bad. If he was not paying attention and really fell asleep, it would probably not be a matter of being kicked, but his life would not be certain.

"That person showed no mercy at all, tsk tsk."

He clicked his tongue twice and looked back at the bed where he had been lying just now. The thin quilt on the bed had been cut into a mess, and he couldn't even see it anymore.

"hiss!"

The little prince followed his gaze and gasped.

Just now he was just thinking about the assassin and didn't look at the bed. Now when he looked at it, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

If it were him lying on the bed, it would probably be like that quilt, chopped to the point where even his mother and concubine wouldn't recognize him, right? Fortunately, Lao Lin is here.

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

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

At least, they wouldn't assassinate him a second time so soon. How could he know that these people were really crazy, and they took action even though they knew they were on guard.

Is killing someone really the only way to disrupt Hua Yan Jueding?

"you……"

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

The lord of the Northern Desert Camp also rushed over, with many defenders following behind him.

"Little prince, are you okay? If you are injured somewhere, please show me quickly." Something must not happen to this little ancestor, otherwise, he will have to stay in Huayan Jueding for the rest of his life.

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