Yun Mengyao's delicate face held a tinge of sternness, silent and unspoken. Her energy was greatly depleted; thankfully, she was naturally able to fly and had the protection of the Immortal Feather Skirt, otherwise she would have long fallen victim to malicious hands.
The two little ones nestled in her arms, their round eyes fixed on her, neither crying nor making a fuss, as if they understood the magnitude of the trouble they were in.
"Rest assured, I promised your mother that I would protect you well. Your unreliable father probably has no idea that we are trapped in danger, right?" Yun Mengyao muttered softly in complaint.
Lei Bai's eyes gleamed unscrupulously, "I gave you opportunities, yet you did not cherish them and forced me to personally take action, wasting time. Hand over Qin Yi's children to me and I can spare your life."
Yun Mengyao let out a cold laugh.
