The wolf cub I raised also wore it.

550 Threat
Shi Xiuyan held Qian Anlan's hand and walked forward, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

When they passed Han Mochen's side, a calm voice sounded: "By the way, I forgot to remind you that there is sometimes Xiao Qi's blood in the altar. If you destroy the altar, Shi Xiao Qi will definitely die."

Qian Anlan paused, and looked at Han Mochen in disbelief.

Is this man the one she knew?
He was so elegant at the beginning, but now he is like a devil, covered in blood all over his body.

Han Mochen tried his best to ignore Qian Anlan's gaze, and looked at Shi Xiuyan whose face remained unchanged, "Perhaps, you can ignore her life, but you won't benefit either."

This is the involvement of blood!

When one suffers, the other suffers too!
At this moment, Shi Xiaoqi wished so much that he and his elder brother were not the same father and mother.

In this way, she will not implicate her brother!
Brother is obviously such an arrogant person, how could he be threatened for her!

Qian Anlan clearly felt Shi Xiaoqi's emotions, and the other hand grabbed her little hand, giving her endless warmth.

No matter what time it is, she will never give up Shi Xiaoqi, just like she promised.

Shi Xiaoqi looked at her sister-in-law's straight back with tears in her eyes.

For her, sister-in-law is the best and warmest person in the world.

Shi Xiuyan still led Qian Anlan to the altar expressionlessly.

Shi Xiaoqi will be fine, Qian Anlan will be fine, and he will be fine too!

it is necessary!
Han Mochen looked at the few people who left calmly, his brows were tightly knit together.

At this time, Feng Miaoyin walked past Han Mochen, and a mocking voice sounded: "So I said, why do you keep her so far away, and why don't you even get a look from her."

Han Mochen's body shook violently.

Those eyes flickered with extremely complicated emotions.

This was not the result he wanted.

Han Mochen lowered his eyes a little disappointed, the shadow of his eyelashes blocked all the brilliance.

"You have to know what the person you love wants." Feng Yuanling sighed.

……

Soon, a group of people arrived at the altar.

Countless people were already standing there, and these people were delusional, as could be seen from their cloudy eyes.

So, when Qian Anlan and the others arrived, they all stared at them like hungry wolves, as if they were the elixir of life.

Qian Anlan even felt that they were about to pounce on them.

Sure enough, human desires are the most terrifying.

Speaking of which, Qian Anlan hasn't seen any other powerful people in Tiancheng Palace when he came here. It stands to reason that these people would come to threaten and intimidate them, but he didn't even see a single person.

Qian Anlan was thinking that Han Mochen might be responsible.

Speaking of Han Mochen, Qian Anlan just wanted to sigh.

She really couldn't understand what Han Mochen wanted.

Is it really immortal?

Han Mochen walked past Qian Anlan, and when he stood on the altar, all the people present knelt down in awe.

"See Palace Master." For them, Han Mochen is someone who can make them gods, so naturally they should be respectful.

Not to mention, as long as someone can make them immortal, even if it is a beggar, they will definitely treat them with respect.

"Get up." Han Mochen looked down at the crowd like a high god.

(End of this chapter)