"No, don't, don't!"
Xue Ying cried out, her heart racing, and she began to weep.
"I beg you, please don't hurt my child."
"Ha ha!"
The leading demon laughed evilly and said, "Spare your child? It's not impossible, as long as you serve me well, I might consider it..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two demons violently grabbed Xue Ying.
"Wah... wah..."
Surprised by Yan Wushuang's cries, the baby began to wail loudly.
Not far from the wooden house, Ye Wuheng, hearing the urgent cries of the infant, suddenly knit his brows and walked swiftly forward.
As he approached the wooden house, seeing the shattered door on the ground, he called out, "This is bad, Xue Ying is in danger."
Ye Wuheng dashed into the wooden house, shouting loudly,
"Who dares cause trouble here!"
The three men inside turned to see Ye Wuheng, full of murderous intent, standing before them.
"Heh!"
One demon sneered, "Boy, this is none of your business. Get lost!"
