The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

"Ugh!" Chen Qingfeng groaned, and the rattle in his hand fell to the ground with a "click".

Wang Muyun's face also turned pale, and she subconsciously covered her heart. The child in her arms seemed to feel her pain and twisted restlessly.

The severe pain came without any warning, yet it was so clear!

This is a feeling they have never experienced since they recovered their cultivation and rebuilt their immortal bodies!

It was as if the most important string holding their lives together was violently pulled!

"Yao'er...it's our Yao'er..." The two of them looked up at the same time, their eyes met in the air, and they saw unprecedented panic and confirmation in each other's eyes!

That kind of throbbing feeling connected by blood, that kind of warning coming from the depths of the soul, can never be wrong!

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

The warm atmosphere in the tent disappeared, leaving only cold fear and the anxious cries of two children.

The misfortune that I worried about day and night finally happened!

"Father! Mother! No...something bad has happened! Sister...sister..."

The tent curtain was suddenly pulled open, and Chen Jingyuan rushed in almost crawling.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were trembling, and because he ran too fast, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable tears.

Chen Qingfeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the severe pain in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Yuan'er, don't panic! Speak slowly! What happened to your sister?"

His voice sounded relatively steady, but his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white.

Chen Jingyuan gasped for breath, tears finally rolling down his cheeks, and cried out in despair, "Sister...sister has been captured by that devil in a red robe!

"Master...Master, they'll be back soon! It's...it's urgent news from the battlefield!" He seemed to have exhausted all his strength to finish this sentence.

Chen Qingfeng and Wang Muyun stood up from their seats instantly!

Although I had a premonition, when the bad news was confirmed, it still hit my heart like a thunderbolt.

"Your Majesty!" Wang Muyun's voice trembled like never before.

She grabbed Chen Qingfeng's arm tightly: "Let's go now! Go save Yao'er! No matter what the cost, I will save my daughter!"

Chen Qingfeng held his wife's cold hand with his backhand, looked at the fire burning in her eyes, shook his head painfully, his voice low and bitter.

"No, Mu Yun. Calm down. Do you remember what I told you? Yao'er... has a special fate, and her fate was predetermined.

As long as her life isn't in real danger, we shouldn't interfere too much! If I forcefully intervene, it will only hinder her progress and might even...harm her!

His words were filled with powerlessness.

Dao Heart, this rule is like an invisible shackle, binding this pair of parents who have great power but cannot act recklessly.

"But...but..." Wang Muyun felt the pain in her heart coming back again, so painful that she could hardly breathe.

That was her flesh and blood, the treasure she had lost and found again!

Watching her fall into the devil's clutches and being unable to save her was more painful than having my heart cut out.

The sound of heavy footsteps came closer and closer.

Soon, Zhao Haoxuan, whose body was covered in smoke and dust, whose face was pale and whose eyes had lost their luster, stumbled into the tent with the support of Zhou Yunxi.

The generals following behind them all looked sad and angry, and dejected.

When Zhao Haoxuan saw Chen Qingfeng and Wang Muyun, the huge guilt and self-blame crushed him like a mountain.

He broke free from Zhou Yunxi's support and staggered to Chen Qingfeng and Wang Muyun. His knees went weak and he fell heavily to the ground, his head lowered. His voice was hoarse and choked, filled with endless regret.

"Father...Mother...it's me...I'm incompetent! It's me who failed to protect Xinyao! It's me...who let her..."

He choked up and couldn't say any more, his shoulders trembling violently.

Chen Qingfeng looked at the Crown Prince and son-in-law of Xia who was kneeling in front of him, almost collapsed in pain, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

He bent down, stretched out his broad and powerful palms, and pressed heavily on Zhao Haoxuan's shoulders. A gentle but firm force was transmitted into his body, trying to soothe his emotions that were on the verge of collapse.

"Haoxuan, get up. This matter is not your fault."

He paused, his gaze seeming to penetrate the tent and look into the unknown distance, with a hint of helplessness and heaviness of seeing through the secrets of heaven.

"Yao'er... is destined to face this calamity. This calamity cannot be avoided by human power, and it is not your fault. Forcibly changing it may lead to greater changes. All we can do... is wait and trust her."