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Closing her eyes, Xiao Meng Han told Han Yong that he must protect Mo Xiaoxiao. He would quickly bring his son back, and at that time, Mo Xiaoxiao would remember who he was.

After saying this, Xiao Meng Han looked at a certain place for a while before hanging up the phone.

Han Yong was stunned. If it was the previous Xiao Meng Han, she would definitely return, but this was indeed the most rational choice.

In the silent room, the cold sand stood on top of the bed.

The battle between the Earl and Burning Sun families had reached its final stage. They knew that there was no way to completely eliminate them from this world.

Just like light and darkness, in the end, one would flourish and the other would decline, and no matter what, they could not be completely eradicated.

However, the light had already occupied the leading position for a long time. Leng Sha looked at Mo Xiaoxiao and didn't expect that so many people would be involved this time.

Han Yong walked into the room and told the chefs to wait downstairs.

Leng Sha raised his head and looked at Han Yong. His gaze landed on the phone in Han Yong's hand. His lips moved slightly as he extended his hand.

Her pure white fingers were like a perfect work of art in the air.

Han Yong placed the phone in Leng Sha's hand. From the phone, Xiao Meng Han's calm breathing could be heard coming through the small screen. Leng Ning knitted his eyebrows. He was still not used to using these ice-cold modern communication items.

Leng Sha directly opened his mouth and spoke with a steady voice that carried a hint of an Earl's voice, "Xiao Meng Han, I want to bring Xiao Ran back to the island."

Xiao Meng Han did not hesitate and immediately refused: "No, I have already found Xiao Yan and my son, I will immediately rush back. Leng Sha, don't do anything that would cause us to misunderstand."

There was a brief moment of silence as Xiao Meng Han's breathing was clearly transmitted into Leng Sha's ears.

Leng Sha deduced Xiao Meng Han's mood. With regards to the current situation, it was not good for him to have a conflict with Xiao Meng Han, but he had to leave her alone. Leng Sha was worried about how the dogs would protect her, and how that Xuan Wu was also a restless person.

Leng Sha hung up the phone and gave Xiao Meng Han an answer. He handed the phone over to Han Yong and swiped his finger across the phone's lid. Immediately, a small object inside the phone stopped working.

Leng Sha's expression was normal as he told Han Yong, "Xiao Meng Han agreed to let me take Mo Xiaoxiao away."

"You've agreed?" Han Yong was astonished. How was this possible? Xiao Meng Han would never agree to this, he looked at Leng Sha's finger and directly pressed down on the trigger.

A beeping sound came from the phone, causing Han Yong to furrow his brows. How could it be like this? His phone wasn't broken, so why didn't he make a call?

Han Yong watched Leng Ning's movements, all sorts of questions rolling through his mind. Just as Leng Ning's fingers were about to touch his body, he suddenly said, "Wait a moment."

Seeing Leng Sha stop and look at him with a questioning look, Han Yong strode to the other side of the bed, standing in confrontation between Mo Xiaoxiao and Leng Ning. "Can I go with you?"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Alright." Leng Sha happily agreed. With someone willing to accompany him, Leng Sha was naturally willing. He was afraid that Han Yong would regret it.

Leng Sha retreated a few steps and signaled Han Yong to carry Mo Xiaoxiao and follow him.

Han Yong hesitated for a moment as he didn't think that Leng Ning would agree so readily. Han Yong bent down to pick up Xiao Xi. He felt a sense of unease in his heart, because in the end, he didn't communicate with Xiao Meng Han.

Xiao Menghan had clearly said that he would be back soon, but Han Yong knew one thing. If he didn't agree to Leng Sha's request, then Leng Sha would start to rob him.

Just now, Leng Sha did not show the slightest mercy when he attacked the mastiff. Otherwise, the chef would not have been so agitated and the group of mastiffs would not have cried out in anger.

Han Yong walked downstairs and gave Sima Yunshu and the mute kitchen a few simple instructions. Then Han Yong carried Mo Xiaoxiao and followed Leng Sha into the courtyard.

There was already a helicopter parked in the yard. It seemed that the cold sand was ready to take Mo Xiaoxiao away at any time, but he didn't want to force her to leave with him.

However, Han Yong didn't know one thing. Not long after Leng Sha brought Mo Xiaoshan away, a group of people arrived at the courtyard.

Under the night sky, the Tibetan Mastiff's tragic voice penetrated the layers of air in the flame, causing the surrounding area of a hundred miles to be surrounded by a tragic and tragic howl.

That night, near dawn, Xiao Menghan carried the sleeping Xiao Lun as she drove the helicopter back to the courtyard.

What welcomed him was not the sleeping little face of Silent Xiao Ran, nor the imposing figures of the Tibetan Mastiffs who were holding their posts; it was a complete mess.

There were only six or seven living Tibetan mastiffs. They surrounded the dead Tibetan mastiff's body and another one whose face could not be seen was wailing in pain.

The injured Tibetan mastiff ignored the blood that was dripping from its body and stood there facing the cold wind. Its bloodstained eyes watched the helicopter fall from the sky and watched Xiao Meng Han carrying the sleeping little figure down towards them.

They let out warning roars and stood in front of the bodies that had stopped breathing, protecting their dead comrades.

Xiao Menghan stopped six meters away from the mastiff. He knew that this was the closest distance the mastiffs could accept.

Xiao Meng Han knelt down on one knee. To the dead Tibetan mastiffs and the mute chef, he could clearly see that the body in the middle belonged to the mute chef. Xiao Meng Han's eyes turned red. What exactly made this place into a tragic battlefield?

The mournful voices of the mastiffs could not tell Xiao Menghan what had happened.

Xiao Yunyou, who was sleeping soundly, woke up in Xiao Menghan's embrace because of the howls from the Tibetan mastiffs. He looked at Xiao Menghan and smiled with his mouth wide open. He knew that his father would definitely come find him.

But home? Xiao Xun turned his head to look at the huge mastiffs. He could feel their sorrowful and angry emotions, as well as their perplexity.

He wanted to crawl over and see, but that made it difficult for him to even walk.

Xiao Meng Han had personally witnessed her son's transformation into a completely different form from the voice of the mastiffs. His entire body was covered with thick and long fur, just like the little mutt that he had once treasured his son for.

Xiao Yunyou's leg stomped on the ground and he jumped out of Xiao Meng Han's grasp, directly rushing towards those Tibetan mastiffs.

Her small body was plump and extremely agile. The Tibetan Mastiffs obviously didn't expect this to happen. They watched as she swam towards them.

By the time they could react, Xiao Yu's figure had already landed on the back of one of the mastiffs.

Stepping on the back of the mastiff, the little fellow raised its head and let out a loud roar towards the sky that was revealing its dawn light.

His voice was still young and tender, but it carried a sense of majesty and arrogance. Even Xiao Meng Han was shaken and was intimidating all of the Tibetan mastiffs who were about to pounce on him.

Time seemed to stop at this moment. Xiao Ji was filled with addiction as he roared again and again without stopping. His aura was unstoppable, giving off the aura of an unrivaled hero.

The Tibetan mastiffs also roared along with the little guy. Their voices were much louder, but they added up to less than half of Shao's wandering aura.

The light of the morning sun pushed back the last of the darkness, and the warm sunlight fell upon the quiet courtyard.

Xiao Meng Han's eyes were red. Where were Mo Xiaoxiao and Han Yong?