The boy's eyes were sharp, and his sharp edge suddenly appeared! He held Sanskrit tightly with one hand, dashed forward dozens of meters, raised his right hand, and slashed at the spirit volleying hand knife that had not yet arrived a hundred meters away. Sanskrit followed the

His spiritual eyes were focused in the direction, and he saw hundreds of spiritual powers bursting out in an instant, slashing at full speed, and the sound of wind and cranes rising, all brought by the spiritual power from the boy's hand.

Fanyin let out a low cry in shock.

"Don't be afraid!" the boy said, tightening his arms, and Fanyin saw his lips move slightly.

Nearly a thousand spirit charms dispersed and fled.

"Hundred cuts!" The young man in military uniform who was following the boy caught up and said in surprise. The young man settled Ya Ya and handed her over to Ya Qingshan. This came and went in just a few seconds! The enemy in front of him had been killed.

The boy killed them all. When the young man saw the boy's powerful spiritual skills, he couldn't help but admire him!

"Yan Tong! Kill them for me! Leave no one behind!" The boy ordered sharply! Sonorous and powerful!

"Yes! Minister!" Then, the young man led two hundred soldiers and chased him.

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"Yes! Minister!" Xing Zhen gestured to the thirty soldiers behind him.

The soldiers immediately took out a golden animal cage from the gray cowhide pouch worn on their waists. It was about the size of a fist. There seemed to be something running inside, about the size of a bunny. The soldiers opened the animal cage and saw thirty leopards and antelopes.

When he came out, he was tall and majestic, more than two meters tall, and looked majestic.

The leopards and antelopes shook their dark brown proud long necks and antelope horns. The tall antelope horns were one meter long. However, the body no longer looked like an antelope, but a strong and powerful leopard body, as thick as a bull.

However, it is agile and strong, with flashing stripes and swaying leopard tail, making it very majestic.

Behind each leopard and antelope is a heavy and strong wooden carriage. The carriage was made by a spirit caster. It can change shape at any time and is easy to store and put away.

"Who is Mr. Ya?" the boy asked again, turning around and looking at the crowd of refugees with sharp eyes.

Ya Qingshan stumbled over with his daughter Ya Ya. Although he didn't know what was going on, he hurriedly said, "I am Ya Qingshan, may I ask who you are?" Ya Qingshan looked at the boy in front of him, who had a cold complexion, white skin, and a sharp look.

He is neat and capable, wearing a deep red military uniform, gold tiger head embroidery on the shoulders, and black leather tight boots. "People from Dongling?" Ya Qingshan secretly said.

"I am Beitang Beiming of the Dongling Military and Political Department. I am deeply sorry that I came late to meet you. You should go to the car to rest and settle down immediately. I will do the rest." The boy had a guilty look on his face and spoke concisely and concisely. He couldn't see it at all.

He looks like a teenager.

"Minister, there are sixty-eight refugees in total." Xing Zhen came to report.

"Arrange for everyone to get on the train first, and Lingshu will go to each carriage to check."

"yes."

"Mr. Ya, come with me." Bei Ming said to Ya Qingshan. Ya Qingshan hugged Ya Ya and was just about to take over Bei Ming's arms, where Fan Yin was fading. Bei Ming raised his hand and picked up Fan Yin in the air.

Originally looking at the two children in front of him who were about the same height and age, Ya Qingshan was in a trance.

Zhang Lele's family and Ya Qingshan's father and daughter boarded a leopard carriage in front of them.

"Mr. Beitang... you..." Ya Qingshan couldn't help but call Bei Mingdao this way.

"You can just call me Beiming. Muren of Beitang is my father. He is on official business these days. He is far away in the northern border of Dongling and not in Lingdu. He couldn't return to the city in time to rescue the fifth uncle's family." Speaking of this, Beitang said.

Beiming looked secretly sad, looked down at Fanyin in his arms, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

The space inside the car is huge, almost two meters high and low, and can accommodate more than ten people. It is like a mobile home, with tables and chairs for resting.

"You rest here first, I'll go see if anyone else is injured," Bei Ming said.

"No more..." a small voice sounded beside Beiming, who had not yet let go of Fanyin's arms. The little girl stretched out her hand to hold Fanyin's hand, and tears fell down, "She was alone along the way...

...She alone...protected us." At this point, Ya Ya burst into tears.

Bei Ming looked down at the child in his arms again. He had short gray hair, a face full of stains, ragged clothes, bare wrists and feet, and scars all over his body. The bleeding had been stopped. It must have been treated by Ya Qingshan, otherwise he would have been treated by Ling Shan.

Injured by the Charming Black Thorn, blood spurts out from the broken wound, and those with weak spiritual power will bleed to death in a moment.

Fanyin breathed weakly, and had long since lost his strength. He leaned on Beiming's arms, barely raised his head, and asked with strength,

"who are you?"

At this time, Bei Ming saw the blood stains flowing down from Fanyin's ears, and his eyebrows narrowed, "She didn't even hear what I just said."

"I am Beitang Beiming from Dongling Kingdom. You are already safe, don't worry."

"Beitang?" Fanyin repeated in a low voice. Only the two of them could hear this weak voice.

Fanyin thought silently in his heart: Beitang? Is the Beitang of Dongling that my father mentioned? He looks like a little boy about the same age as me? No, the person my father asked me to find should not be a child.

"Beitang..." Fanyin could no longer hold on and fainted in the boy's arms.

"Xiaoyin!" Yaya said in fear.

"She's fine, she just fell asleep." From the moment Beiming caught the Sanskrit sound, he knew that this person's spiritual power was extraordinary and profound.

"She hasn't closed her eyes for four days and four nights..." Yaya leaned her little face on Fanyin's arm and cried.

"Has she not slept for four days?" Bei Ming was shocked.

"Yeah." Yaya sobbed softly.

Bei Ming was about to put Fanyin on the bench to rest. Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, Fanyin immediately subconsciously grabbed his clothes. He let out a whimper and tried to open his eyes.

"Xiaoyin, we are safe, don't be nervous, Xiaoyin." Yaya stood beside her and said anxiously. Unexpectedly, Fanyin would not listen and would wake up soon after.

"Xiaoyin." Ya Qingshan caressed Fanyin's forehead, but her tears refused to obey and fell down. Zhang Lele's family also stayed by her side. Ya Qingshan tried his best to comfort her and put the concoction into her mouth.

Fanyin's brows were furrowed, his fists tightened, and his teeth clenched.

"I'll do it!" As he said this, Bei Ming flipped his hands lightly. Before anyone could see clearly, he had safely placed Sanskrit on his back and walked out with her on his back.

Sure enough, Fanyin lay on Bei Ming's back, and his breathing gradually calmed down. He snorted sadly and fell asleep. Bei Ming took off his military uniform and put it on her. He was wearing a clean white shirt.

Soon after, Yan Tong came back with his troops and wiped out all the remnants of Lingmei.

"Let the leopards and antelopes walk slower. The children and adults are all very frightened. Please take care of them on the way." Bei Ming ordered.

"Yes," Yan Tong responded, "Minister, this child..." He looked at the Sanskrit on Beiming's back.
Chapter completed!