The man closed his eyes.
In his heart, he silently prayed that she had never done anything bad in her life. If there were immortals, please show your spirit and save her and her daughter!
But the pain did not come as expected.
Instead, he heard something falling.
A few drops of warm liquid splashed on his hands.
Opening his eyes, he saw a young man in narrow-sleeved armor standing in front of him. In his hand, a sharp sword swiftly cut down the beggars who had rushed up.
It turned out that the sound just now was the noise of heads rolling.
Qing Feng furrowed his brows and ordered a Black Armor Guard, "Take this father and daughter to a safe place."
The Black Armor Guard lifted the little girl with one hand and pulled up the man with the other.
The man's legs were still a bit weak, and he couldn't say a word, just subconsciously followed the Black Armor Guard away.