Chapter 1708 Not Dead

Cullen looked around quickly, only to realize that not far downstream of the river, two people were standing at some point.

In the dark night, Cullen couldn't see who was coming, but when he saw his son's body being robbed, all the resentment and despair in his body burst out.

"Who are you?!" Cullen rushed over like a cannonball, already holding a machete in his hand, "Dare to touch my son, I will kill you."

However, the expected scene of cutting the man in half did not happen. Cullen's wrist was suddenly held by someone, and a powerful and irresistible force came, which made him unable to take a step forward, and also a step backward.

Cullen raised his red eyes, and he looked at a boy with a hideous scar on his face.

The boy was wearing an oversized red shirt, his black hair was like ink, fluttering gently, and a pair of cold eyes shone brightly in the dark night.

Cullen struggled several times, but did not break free from the shackles of the boy. He turned to look at his son's body.

In the dim light, a girl knelt down beside her son, rolled Qi'er's eyes with her hands, and touched her neck.

"Who the hell are you?" Cullen shouted anxiously, "You are not from our tribe? Where are you spies from?"

Cullen said that he was about to pick up the bone whistle hanging around his neck and sound the warning, but before he could touch the bone whistle, he was gently swayed by the young man.

The bone whistle fell on the grass, and Cullen was still unable to move.

"Unknown, tell him to shut up and don't disturb me."

Cullen, who still wanted to shout at his throat, was strangled by someone. He blushed and wanted to shout, but he met a pair of cold, ruthless, and even smiling eyes.

The owner of those eyes was telling him clearly that if he dared to make a sound, he would just wait to die.

Cullen's eyes were bloodshot, and anxiously and panicked, he looked in the direction of the tribe, and then looked at his son.

Qi'er was lying on the ground, her chest still did not rise and fall.

And the girl, after touching Qi'er's hand and neck and looking into her eyes, started to do strange movements.

She folded her hands on Qi'er's chest, and then blew in Qi'er's mouth, which was close to her.

He even clenched his hand into a fist and beat Qi Er's chest hard.

Cullen listened to the thump, thump, and saw his son's body being humiliated in this way, he was going crazy.

He struggled desperately, with a roar like a beast in his throat, trying to perish with these two people.

However, the body was firmly controlled and could not move at all.

Time passed minute by minute, just when Cullen couldn't bear the pain and despair and wanted to die with his son.

He suddenly heard a violent cough.

"Cough...cough...cough...woo..."

Cullen's movements suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he looked not far away in disbelief.

There used to be his son's icy corpse lying there, but now, Qi'er frowned, coughed hoarsely, and slowly opened her eyes. Cullen never felt that there was a voice in the world more pleasant than this.

The boy let go of the hand that was pinching his neck, and his slightly narrowed eyes fell on the girl, and his eyes flickered.

"Qi'er-! Qi'er--!" As soon as Cullen was free, he rushed towards the boy and hugged him tightly, hot tears kept flowing down, "Qi'er, you Not dead, great! Dad thought I would never see you again!"