Qin Yansong's eyes darkened, but he still did not move, just staring at Luo Qiangwei in his arms with a solemn tone, "Give her to me, or I'll take your life as well."
Mo Shiche sneered with a curl of his lips, "It seems that the lives of your son and daughter in Qin's Castle are not as important as the woman in the coffin."
Qin Yansong's brow furrowed tightly, refusing to listen to anything else, extremely stubborn, "Give her to me!"
Of course, Mo Shiche would not comply, his arm around Luo Qiangwei tightened as he planned to take her out through the side door first, but suddenly, the ice-built wall behind them cracked open, and two hidden weapons shot out straight at them.
"Tangtang, duck your head!"
Mo Shiche turned swiftly with her in his arms, but as they swung to the other side, more hidden weapons came from all directions.
Mo Shiche pressed Luo Qiangwei into his chest, bending over to protect her while sharp claws-like hidden weapons plunged into his chest.
