Ye Qingtang's heart suddenly wrenched when she saw the cracks on the little dragon man's face. Her expression turned cold, and with a nod at Lin Long, she drew out her sword and walked forward.
As the little dragon man was still panicking over how to deal with the evil spirit, it suddenly saw a figure appearing behind it.
It looked up and saw…
Ye Qingtang was actually wielding a sword and standing behind it since god knows when.
"Mo… mother…" The little dragon man widened its eyes in shock, and fear appeared in its eyes for the first time.
"Mother… leave now. I can hold it back. Hurry…"
However, Ye Qingtang shook her head at the little dragon man and smiled. "Since you call me mother, which mother in this world would abandon her own child… and flee for her own life?"
Her faint smile was imprinted in the little dragon man's heart; it was beautiful and moving.
