章 1389: Wedding Eve III

More blood dripped down his chest, staining his robe red.

"Run, Qing Han! You have to run!!!"

The young man's voice was hoarse, and his whole body was trembling.

The entire street had somehow become silent.

Fu Chen's eyes widened as he saw Hu Qing was already in front of Qing Han and threw her into the medium. He was so anxious that he spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were bloodshot.

"Give Qing Han back to me. Give her back to me!"

He did not know how, but somehow, he found the strength to leap into the void and rushed toward Hu Qing.

He only knew that he must not let anyone take Qing Han away from him.

Never!!!!

Hu Qing looked at Fu Chen, disdainfully. He raised his hand, and a powerful force suddenly surged from his palm, instantly causing Fu Chen, who was high in the void, to fall to the street.

"Go back and tell her that I'm here for revenge. There's no way I'm going to give this little kid back to her."