"Throw it away. Throw the money away."
With a wild roar, Lin Yao ignored the children around him. He squeezed them away with one step and rushed in the direction of Xiaomeng and Xiaofei. At the same time, Lin Yao touched the long sword at his waist, getting ready to draw it at any time.
As he was rushing forward, he felt malice rushing toward him like the tide. He almost blacked out because of the waves of malice.
'Damn, I must be crazy. I should be fleeing since I sensed malice.'
While thinking about this, Lin Yao did not back up a bit. He did not just sense malice, but also the sense of dependence that Xiaomeng and Xiaofei had when it came to him.
He could not ignore the two girls, who were around seven or eight years old, and run away by himself.
"Hurry up, throw the money away."
Lin Yao, who rushed madly forward, turned hideous due to the malicious stimulation, which obviously scared Xiaomeng and Xiaofei.
