Feng Linxing frowned at the unconscious one-year-old baby beside him.
She had soft black hair and a pale face, with two wounds on the exposed arm.
Feng Linxing crossed his arms and said with some disdain, "So fragile, but you're lucky. You met my parents, so you'll be saved."
One is a Demon Lord, the other an Upper God.
Even Ghost Messengers from hell wouldn't dare to take souls here.
The baby's face was extremely pale. Feng Linxing thought for a moment, then took out a bottle of water from a snack bag and fed her a little.
But soon, the baby started to cough and choke.
Feng Linxing was startled.
He immediately picked her up and gently patted her back.
Finally, the baby actually woke up because of this.
Perhaps sensing the pain in her arm, she wailed and cried loudly.
Feng Linxing found her piercing cries unbearable, and he felt his head throb.
"Don't cry!"
"Waaa... waaa..."
"I order you not to cry!" he shouted.
But the baby was still in too much pain.
