I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

With a wave of his hand, two men handed over a scimitar. The cold tip of the knife gently scratched Song Wanqing's cheek, conveying a bone-chilling coldness.

Song Wanqing's heartbeat couldn't stop accelerating. She lowered her eyes and stared at the blade. No matter how calm she was, she couldn't help but feel her heart tremble when she was really facing danger.

"But it's not enough. I will let you see what hell is like in a moment. This is the fate of those who dare to betray me!"

After saying that, he slapped Song Wanqing hard on the face. Immediately, a bright red mark appeared on Song Wanqing's face. She fell to the ground weakly, her messy black hair covering her face, revealing only a pair of stubborn and shining eyes.

Prince Qing kicked her again, but no matter how he tortured her, Song Wanqing remained silent, like a dead person.

At this time, in a different space.

[Mother, mother, please resist! ]

[Mother, wow, wow~ What should I do? 】

Naituanzi was so anxious that his eyes were filled with tears. He saw with his own eyes that his beloved mother was once again in danger of her life. The memories of his past two lives kept flooding into his mind, forcing him to feel heartbroken.

But now my mother has no power to resist at all and can only let that bad guy do whatever he wants!

【Mother! 】

Naituanzi shouted at the top of his lungs, and seeing that Prince Qing's expression was becoming more and more insane, he turned around and ran into the money exchange shop, rummaging around in search of something.

That’s not right. There is clearly a five-star weapon here. Why can’t I find it now?

He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. The proud provocations of Prince Qing kept reaching his ears, and every word pierced his heart.

Prince Qing seemed to be discouraged. He shouted to his servants, "Come here, dig out her eyes!"

At the same time, Naituan excitedly took out a puppet from a pile of debris and hurriedly sent it out of the alien space.

At the critical moment, the puppet appeared on Song Wanqing's shoulder, with her blood stained on its face, and an extremely strong light wave burst out instantly.

Prince Qing's pupils suddenly shrank, and he stepped back repeatedly due to the bright light in front of him. He stared at the young man in front of him in astonishment.

The young man had a blank expression on his face, his figure was tall and slender, and his white clothes fluttered in the wind. He merely stood in front of Song Wanqing, but he already exuded a powerful aura of pressure.

"Who are you?!"

Fear was revealed on Prince Qing's face. There was clearly no one around just now, so how did this person suddenly appear?

The men around him were also shocked. It was the first time they had seen such a strange thing.

The young man's beautiful face was half covered by the light, and the light emitted from his cold pupils was like a cold blade, as if it wanted to cut everyone in front of him into pieces.

Song Wanqing was stunned for a moment, and her eyes were dizzy. She could only keep her eyes open and watch how the young man in front of her crushed Prince Qing and his entourage.

[Mother, just hold on a little longer, he will send you back soon! ]

The voice of Naituanzi rang in his ears, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally Song Wanqing fell into a state of emptiness and silence.

In the blink of an eye, the young man had killed everyone, leaving corpses everywhere and blood flowing like a river.

He turned around and looked at Song Wanqing with eyes still calm.

After picking up Song Wanqing, his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

At daybreak, Cheng Qian'an was almost going crazy with anxiety, as none of the people he sent out had found Song Wanqing's whereabouts.

Yan Chu looked at the gloomy His Highness with an uneasy look. He took the initiative to ask, "Your Highness, let me go find it!"

Cheng Qian was about to nod when he suddenly narrowed his eyes and cast a dangerous gaze towards the door not far away. An extremely light sound of footsteps flashed quickly outside the door.

"Who?"

He followed cautiously, but there was silence outside the door.

The rising sun in the sky slowly cast a layer of golden light, casting a gloomy shadow on his face. Yan Chu was slow to react, and when he came out, he saw Cheng Qi'an standing in the corridor with eyes as cold as ice.

"Has anyone been here?" Yan Chu looked around vigilantly with a stern face.

Cheng Qian just nodded slightly, feeling a little depressed.

The man was extremely fast and had extremely high internal strength, so even he could only sense a little bit of him and couldn't even know where he was going.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the ground, and keenly caught a spot of blood on the leaves.

Blood?

Cheng Qi'an's eyes darkened, and he raised his legs and followed the direction of the bloodstains. This direction was...

He came to Song Wanqing's yard and rushed in. He saw a handsome young man standing in the yard holding Song Wanqing, as if looking for something.

The person he had been thinking about day and night now had her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, her face and body covered in blood, and her dying appearance was heartbreaking.

"Miss!"

He strode forward, and the boy just turned around and looked at him with unusually cold eyes.

Cheng Qian stopped where he was. He glared at the man holding his wife and threatened, "Give Song Wanqing back to me, or I'll be rude to you!"

His mind was now filled with Song Wanqing's face, which was as pale as paper, and he didn't care about the huge gap in strength between the two of them.

The young man recognized him. He took a step forward and handed Song Wanqing directly into Cheng Qian'an's hands.

Cheng Qian'an was stunned for a moment, but soon he carried Song Wanqing into the room, and called Yan Chu to find the best doctor in the city to come to the house.

"Madam, madam?"

He leaned closer, feeling Song Wanqing's weak breathing, his eyes turned red and his whole body couldn't help shaking.

Because of fear, he saw Song Wanqing covered in blood for the first time. His face was so pale and fragile that it seemed like it would disappear with a breeze. He did not dare to touch him at all with his trembling hands.

Song Wanqing closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she heard Cheng Qian'an's call.

Cheng Qian'an's brows were filled with regret and pain. Why didn't he follow at that time? If he had followed, perhaps his wife wouldn't have become like this!

He slapped himself hard, and a bright red mark immediately appeared on his face.

The young man also followed in. He stood beside the bed and his eyes never left Song Wanqing's face. Although there was no emotion in his expression, Cheng Qian'an still noticed it.

His eyes were filled with anger, he stared at him intently, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you, and why did you come back with my wife?"

The young man then shifted his gaze to his face, slightly opened his thin and cold lips, and calmly narrated everything that happened last night.

"Prince Qing discovered Song Wanqing and planned to kill her, so I showed up to save her."

......

Cheng Qian'an frowned as he listened to everything, his eyes full of surprise. He asked back, "You killed everyone by yourself?"

The young man nodded indifferently, but he did not mention his identity from beginning to end. Just as Cheng Qian'an was about to speak, the young man suddenly shrank into a puppet in front of him, then jumped onto Song Wanqing's shoulder and disappeared.

Cheng Qian'an's eyes narrowed slightly, he was a little bit unbelievable, but all this was actually happening before his eyes.

That person turned into a puppet?

He looked at Song Wanqing with frosty eyes, always feeling that there were many mysteries about her that he never knew.