"Now, come here!"

Hearing Qing Feng's words, Xiaobao immediately walked towards him step by step.

"Little master, you can't go there!" Han Ye remembered reaching out to try to pull it.

But Xiaobao skillfully avoided it.

"Hahaha... Have you seen it? He is now my puppet and my slave. I am his master, able to control his life and death, and can also trample him under his feet at will. As long as I die, he will only die more miserable than me."

"You beast! You dare to attack our little master!!" Han Ye couldn't help it anymore and rushed towards Qing Feng.

Qing Feng was startled and screamed loudly, "Kill me, this little bastard will die with you!"

Han Ye's movements stopped in the air.

His gauntletful eyes were staring at Qing Feng's face.

Qing Feng's face, which was twisted by the fright, showed a fierce and vicious smile again.

He turned to look at Xiaobao, "You, go and chop off his limbs for me!"

Qing Feng's hand touched Han Ye's body, his eyes full of pride and resentment.

Han Ye really wished he could tear the person in front of him into pieces.

He actually dared to take advantage of his four-year-old master.

He looked at Xiaobao nervously.

If the little master really attacked him, Han Ye would never resist, even if he was seriously injured, he would be forced to return to the Continent of Cultivation.

Xiaobao's head was slightly lowered.

Because of the pain and cold sweat, my hair was combed neatly and became a little messy.

The soft black hair fell down, half covering her handsome little face.

The long eyelashes trembled gently like small fans and hung down, covering the divine light in their eyes.

It was not until he heard Qing Feng's order that he slowly raised his head.

The big ice blue eyes were clear and clear, without any confusion or loss of mind.

But it is as cold as a cold pond, at the bottom of the abyss.

Han Ye shivered inexplicably.

Then Xiaobao said to Qing Feng: "Did you cut off your limbs? It's really a good idea. Then do it now?"

Qing Feng was stunned for a moment, then frowned and shouted: "I asked you to cut off your limbs, why are you still standing there? I am your master. Do you want to violate your master's orders?"

While shouting, he used the mysterious energy to stimulate the seeds of witchcraft in his body.

The heat in the Qihai Sea was shaking, which was a sign of the induction and connection of the seeds of the witches.

Qing Feng immediately showed a hideous smile.

But then, the crisp but cold voice of the child coming from his ear came from his ear, "Cut off your remaining foot, too!"

The sound was obviously not heavy, but it was like a thunder sounding in my ears.

Then Qing Feng felt that his body was out of control.

The broken hand picked up a sword with difficulty and slashed it hard.

Qing Feng's only leg broke at the same root and flew out.

He widened his eyes in horror, and could not even feel the pain. He looked at Xiaobao, who was expressionless and the sword in his hand, and only horror and despair were left on his face.

"Why? Why are you not controlled by the seeds of the witch?!"

Not only is it not controlled by the seeds of the Witch Creed, but it can even control the mother Gu of the seeds of the Witch Creed. How can this be done?!

We must reverse the order of master and servant of the witchcraft seed.

Unless, unless, the little boy's physique, flesh, and bones are more than countless levels better than him.
Chapter completed!