Outside the box, Zhao Yun turned around very calmly, took a step forward, and stood upright at the door of the box.

At Zhao Yun's level, he has absolute confidence in his marksmanship. It's not just talk, but it has been tested by the fire and blood of war.

The moment he passed through the door of the box, Zhao Yun had already clearly seen the situation in the box. Otherwise, he would not have been able to penetrate the right hands of the four men so accurately.

Knowing that there were no other gunmen in the box except Qi Wulue, Zhao Yun stood so arrogantly at the door of the box.

Looking at Qi Wulue standing by the window, Zhao Yun couldn't help but frown and said in a cold tone, "Qi Wulue, return Xiao Feifei to me, otherwise, I will never let you go!"

It can be seen from the three words Qi Wulue that Zhao Yun was really angry, otherwise, he would have called Qi Sunzi instead of Qi Wulue.

Looking at Zhao Yun's gnashing of teeth, Qi Wulue's heart couldn't help but tremble, and his face was trembling as he spoke: "Zhao... Zhao Yun, don't... don't come over, come over... come here, I...

··I will throw him…throw him down.”

After saying that, he moved Xiao Feifei in his arms to the window.

"How dare you!" The anger in Zhao Yun's heart exploded as if it had been doused with oil. His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he looked like he was going to tear Qi Wulue alive.

Swallowing his saliva hard, Qi Wulue found that his teeth were starting to chatter and his whole body was trembling. At this moment, apart from fear, the only thing left in his heart was endless regret.

He regretted why he wanted to provoke Zhao Yun and why he sent people to steal his son. Wasn't this because he thought he would live longer? Hey, no, it seems that I didn't come up with this idea. Who the hell gave me such a thought?

What a bad idea, do you want to kill me? After I pass this test, I must punish that person!

At this moment, Zhao Yun, in Qi Wulue's eyes, seemed to have become the god of death who had walked out of hell. "Zhao Yun, as long as...as long as you promise to let me go, I...I will return your son to you."

Zhao Yun, who was in a rage, could no longer listen to these words. He walked slowly and approached Qi Wulue step by step.

"Don't come here! I will really throw him down!" Looking at Zhao Yun who was getting closer and closer, Qi Wulue clung to the window, held Xiao Feifei in his hands, and placed him suspended outside the window.

But Zhao Yun still walked steadily, with a serious expression on his face, which seemed a little dull.

The rising and falling footsteps were like stepping on Qi Wulue's heart. Every time he stepped on it, Qi Wulue became more frightened and nervous. Finally, when Zhao Yun was two meters away from Qi Wulue, Qi Wulue's mood collapsed...

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"Ah~" With a loud roar, Qi Wulue suddenly let go and grabbed his hair with both hands.

And Xiao Feifei naturally fell down!

Seeing Xiao Feifei fall, Zhao Yun finally came to his senses. The anger in his heart instantly turned into worry and deep fear. He was afraid that something would happen to Xiao Feifei, that Xiao Feifei would leave him from now on, and that he was afraid that Xiao Feifei would leave him.

I can no longer see Xiao Feifei’s cute smiling face.

This is the second floor. For a baby who is only two months old, can he still survive if he falls?

Although he knew in his heart that Xiao Feifei was in danger, Zhao Yun refused to accept the fact. Xiao Feifei was only two months old and he had never called me daddy. How could he leave me like this!
Chapter completed!