The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

At the full moon, he bent his bow and shot the snow wolf, used two long swords to ignite the fierce tiger, tore the poisonous python apart with bare hands, and used flying needles and heavy rain to drive away the ferocious beast.

The shadows of swords and arrows intertwined, human figures gathered, and birds of prey were knocked away and chopped to death.

Led by Nangong Chiyang, Chi Baobao, Qian Ren and Si Qingyu, the four of them stood beside Ying Tianxing with smiles in their eyes, protecting him.

The blood of the spirit beast splattered on Ying Tianxing's white brocade robe, like dots of crimson seeping out from the quiet snow-capped mountains, which was particularly glaring.

However, Ying Tianxing, who has always paid great attention to his appearance and style, had no time to clean his clothes at this moment.

He quickly walked to Ying Dafa's side, supported Ying Dafa, fed him a life-saving pill made by Bai Wuchang, and helped Ying Dafa sit cross-legged.

Si Qingyu tried to shoot the antidote into the mouth of the manic golden-armored poisonous scorpion with an arrow.

However, the golden-armored poisonous scorpion swayed left and right, even crazier than when it first entered the garden. It didn't even open its mouth, and even flew away at a high speed to attack the young master of a noble family.

Ying Dafa tried to hold it in, but finally he coughed lightly. Then he quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his elbow, looking embarrassed and flustered.

He looked up at Ying Tianxing, an awkward and sloppy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he took the opportunity to perform a Cleansing Dust Technique to wipe away the blood on Ying Tianxing's body.

"Son, I'm sorry for not being able to control the situation well. In the end, the Ying family can't escape this disaster.

But if you can get out alive, Dad's life will not have been in vain.

I am relieved that you have the protection of your master, and I will have no regrets in this life."

Ying Tianxing looked at his father with dried blood on the corners of his mouth, his weak and pale face, the shocking scars on his chest, and his heavy breathing, as if he was about to collapse at the next moment. Ying Tianxing was stunned for a moment.

In his memory, his father had always been a strong and muscular man who would burst into a rough laugh at any time and was an upright man who could not be defeated by anything.

How could such a person be so weak?

How could such a father be defeated like this?

At this moment, Ying Tianxing seemed to have returned to his childhood, sitting quietly beside his unconscious father's bed, waiting for him to wake up.

But I don't know when he will wake up.

Helplessness, confusion, loneliness and fear filled his heart.

When he was a child, after he saw his father wake up, he secretly swore that he was willing to swallow all the grievances, sadness and pain in exchange for his father to sit firmly on the position of the head of the aristocratic family and enjoy a life of glory and admiration.

But now that things have come to this, what are all his previous efforts worth?

Countless anger and unwillingness intertwined, and Ying Tianxing's heart was surging.

At this moment, they, father and son, had nowhere to retreat, and he was no longer a young and lonely person.

Ying Tianxing looked up and could see his fellow disciples standing guard beside the father and son.

The young master, who was always gentle as jade, now had a frosty face. He said, "I would like to ask all my fellow disciples to protect me.

Third Junior Brother, thank you for giving me my zither."

The Fuxi Qin is about two feet long and a bit heavy.

Ying Tianxing's sickly personality has not changed, so to outsiders, it seems a bit strange that he carries a zither on his back and hangs a flute around his waist.

So much so that Chi Baobao carried the Fuxi Qin for him all the way.

At this moment, Si Qingyu helped to take the Fuxi Qin down from behind Chi Baobao.

Because her hands had no spiritual power, she frequently raised the bow and shot arrows, which caused her skin to be rubbed and bleeding.

At this moment, when she took off the Fuxi Qin, the wound accidentally plucked the strings of the Fuxi Qin. The strings of the Fuxi Qin flashed a strange light, but it was only for a moment, and other people didn't even have time to see it clearly.

Si Qingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

However, in a hurry, she didn't have time to observe any further, and Si Qingyu helped Ying Tianxing set up the Fuxi Qin.

Ying Tianxing sat cross-legged next to Ying Dafa and swept the strings of the zither heavily with his ten fingers.

The strings of the zither clanged and the sound was long, like the gurgling of a mountain stream and the bright moon between the pines. The sound of clearing the mind and concentrating the spirit slowly spread throughout the spirit beast garden.

Some low-level spirit beasts that were still attacking stopped attacking after hearing the first note, retracted their sharp claws, and looked in the direction of the sound.

As the sound of the piano became more and more intense, more spirit beasts stopped attacking the monks.

The irritable, ferocious and grinning spirit beasts were stunned for a moment, then regained their composure and showed an expression of enjoying the peace in the music.

They walked slowly towards the source of the sound, and saw a white figure surrounded by people, plucking the strings of a musical instrument with slender hands. The spirit beasts all prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed as if it were a fairy from outer space.

Seeing this, Ying Dafa's pupils trembled slightly, and gradually, a layer of mist filled his eyes. His Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he felt extremely sour and emotional.

At this moment, Ying Dafa couldn't say anything, nor did he want to say anything. He just stared at Ying Tianxing with his eyes fixed.

His son is his only concern and reluctance in this world.

Outside the barrier, the head of the Long family saw this and exclaimed, "That useless guy from the Ying family... Um, Prince, is he controlling the beast with the sound of the zither?"

The head of the Qian family sighed and said, "Using weapons to control beasts, I have never heard of it before!

"Master Rong, you are experts in music. Does Rong have any music practitioners who can master the art of taming beasts?"

The head of the Rong family shook his head, then frowned so hard that he could kill several flies. He looked at Ying Tianxing again and took a breath of cold air.

It’s fine that the Liu family is stealing their jobs as sound cultivators, but why is the legitimate son of this beast taming family also trying to steal their jobs as sound cultivators?

If they play like this, won't they be squeezed out of the eight great families?

But we have to admit that the new generation pushes the old generation forward, and people today are better than the old generation!

Gou Zaidui held up the photo stone, wiped his tears and shouted, "My dear nephew Tianxing! You are so handsome!

Your uncle Gou recorded all the highlights for you!"

In the spirit beast garden.

A few moments ago, several princes were chased by spirit beasts and fled frantically.

Even Yin Yucheng, who was sitting on the tree with neat clothes and neat hair, was knocked off the tree by the crazy old ox and fell down.

Long Tianao, with his messy head, shook his head and raised his non-mainstream bangs, and asked, "Who's playing the piano? It seems like the sound of the piano is taking over the place?

So handsome! Just a little bit inferior to me. "

Lu Jingsheng shook his arm, which was numb from fighting the spirit beast, and answered casually, "It must be the Rong family."

Rong Le held the pieces of his guqin and the strings that had been smashed to pieces by the iron rhino and said, "No, no, no, I guessed wrong! It was Brother Ying!"

Qian Lian squinted his eyes, but still couldn't see clearly, so he asked, "Is it Ying Jiye? Did he control the spirit beast with the sound of his zither?"

Ying Jiye was grabbed by the scruff of the neck by his own lion of fate and was barely able to free himself.

At this moment, he was leaning against the fence, gasping for breath, in tattered clothes.

After hearing Qian Lian's words, Ying Jiye subconsciously looked towards the figure in the crowd whose fingers were moving on the strings of a musical instrument, saving everyone from danger with the sound of music.

At this moment, he felt just like when he was a child, and felt ashamed of himself when facing the extremely talented Ying Tianxing.