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Looking at his angry face, He Zhiyan noticed that his whole body was full of energy, and the corners of his robe were violently rolled up, and he couldn't help thinking of the woman who was leaning against his arms just now.
No, it was the woman he held hostage. She was not at all frightened of being held hostage, and calmly gave him advice.
She must have hated him.
No wonder she hates him. She and her son together are not as good as others' place in her husband's heart, how could she not hate it?
It's cheaper for them. He Zhiyan thought to himself, and couldn't help but stretch his face: "Marquis Wu'an, I know that you are selfless, upright, and loyal to the present. I don't expect you to spare us. However, for the sake of these few, you let us run first. Thirty miles, how?"
Hearing this, Qin Jinye hesitated.
It is impossible to let them go. But if you let them run 30 miles first...
His eyes flickered slightly.
They said they would run 30 miles first, but they knew what was going on inside. This is a good step. If he didn't borrow the slope to come down, I'm afraid he would really have to collect the corpses for his wife, children, and Yue'er.
"Okay!" He responded immediately, "Ben Hou will let you run for thirty miles first!"
He Zhiyan heard this sentence and couldn't help thinking of what the woman had just said in his arms, and a sympathy rose from the bottom of his heart.
At the same time, he was a little more contemptuous of Qin Jinye. If this person is really upright and doesn't care about the family for the emperor's life, then he respects him as a loyal minister. But the truth is not so.
"Then thank you Lord Hou." He said, holding Xu Yaoyue hostage and backing away.
"Let go of my mother! You let go of my mother!" Only a scream of a child was heard, "You catch me! Let go of my mother!"
He Zhiyan followed the sound and saw Qin Jinye's five-year-old son who had just caught him. He was frantically pouring: "My mother is not in good health! You can't hold her hostage! Let her go! Otherwise, I will fight with you!"
He howled loudly without crying, but his little face was full of tears. At this moment, he frantically beat the man holding him, kicking and beating, scratching and biting.
The man couldn't bear the pain, and frightened him: "Child! If you don't stop, I'm welcome!"
"Let go of my mother!!" Han'er just beat him blindly.
He Zhiyan's heart was slightly touched. The woman did have a good son. Thinking like this, she couldn't help but look in her direction.
The man who was holding her was the youngest in the group, and the most sympathetic and sympathetic. He Zhiyan threw her to him, just thinking about not hurting her.
And she really wasn't hurt. Being clasped by the waist, embraced in his arms, the blade of the sword is empty across his neck, those who know it think it's being held hostage, and those who don't know it's a joke!
"Let go of her." He Zhiyan said, his voice was cold and low, "She is not in good health, so she brought a mistake."
To put it nicely, it is "bringing the wrong thing."
In fact, he was worried about taking her on the road. If Bumpy died, he would end up with the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion.
The peach blossom-eyed man who "held" Shaoyin immediately released her when he heard it.
Without anyone to support, Shaoyin suddenly fell down softly. The man with peach blossom eyes quickly put away the knife, stretched out his arms, and embraced her: "Madam, you stand firm."
Such a weak Liu Fufeng, like a sick beauty who would be broken at the touch of a touch, made Taohuayan dare not scold her, and spoke to her softly.
"Thank you." Shao Yin said in a low voice.
How strange does it sound to thank the bad guy who held her hostage? But her voice was so low that no third person could hear her except for Taohuayan, not even He Zhiyan.
After she thanked her, she grabbed the corner of Taohuayan's clothes, raised her head, burst into tears, and said pitifully, "Take me and let my son go! He is too young! He is only five years old! You guys! Don't scare him! Please!"
Peach Blossom Eye only felt that her scalp was blown up!
My whole body was stiff, and didn't know how to react!
Yes, they are outlaws! But before the accident, all of them were children of wealthy families, and they were romantic and unrestrained. Even if he fell into despair later on, he had never done anything like robbery and mutilation of the elderly, the weak, women and children.
So much so that he obviously didn't think he was a good person, but when Shaoyin was dragged by the corner of his clothes, his conscience ached for no reason!
"Mother! Mother!" Han'er, who hadn't cried all the time, couldn't hold back and started crying.
He knows it! He knows it! Only his mother loves him!
Qin Jinye's cold words, he heard it in his ears early in the morning, and he didn't count on it for a long time! He just hates himself for being too young to save his mother!
What is even more hated is that the mother has already passed the death catastrophe yesterday and escaped. However, there is a new catastrophe coming, and it seems that the mother's life is absolutely necessary!
He was both sad and angry, his weak body couldn't carry his strong emotions, he couldn't help crying, and the tears quickly wet the front of his clothes.
The cry of the child was like a demonic sound, and few of the people present could bear it, so they could not wait to knock him unconscious. But in front of Qin Jinye, it was inconvenient.
Shaoyin was also hazy with tears, holding the corner of her peach blossom eye with one hand and reaching out to Han'er with the other: "Han'er! My son!"
"Mother!" Han'er cried, struggling to rush towards her.
He Zhiyan looked at the mother and son, his forehead slammed, it was difficult to associate this sad woman with the calm and vicious woman just now.
"Take it all!"
Chapter 231 Sister 8 Leaning on another man's arms.
He Zhiyan's words decided the result.
Take all three on the road.
Although Qin Jinye showed that he cared more about Xu Yaoyue, He Zhiyan didn't believe him. Who knows if he acted like this on purpose to hide the real treasure?
Bring it all, you can't go wrong.
"Let mother go!" Han'er was still struggling, trying to change the result.
The short hands and short feet fought hard to resist, the small face was full of wet tears, and the black pupils were washed clear, reflecting the thick panic and despair.