[Yi Tian Yang Xiao] Today I will give you two more needles!

The lights on Guangmingding were always dim, Yang Xiao sat on the high seat, took a nap for a while, and actually had a dream.

In the dream, I returned to the rainy day more than ten years ago, the wind was howling, lightning and thunder, and the weather was so stuffy that people couldn't breathe.

The woman in red was pale and bloodless, and she asked tremblingly, "Yang Xiao, tell me, it's not true, right?"

Outside the dream, Yang Xiao's breath became short of breath, and he murmured: "Piao Piao, don't go! Piao Piao!"

The legendary figure in the arena, Yang Xiao, the majestic Left Envoy of Mingjiao, was actually haunted by a nightmare.

In the dream, he watched Li Piaopiao walking slowly towards the woman in the yellow shirt, and he was about to reach out to grab Li Piaopiao's sleeve, but was pricked by a protruding needle, and blood beads came out from his fingertips.

He didn't care, he still grabbed Li Piao Piao's sleeve, "Piao Piao, there was a reason for what happened back then, now I don't ask you to forgive me, but at least stay by my side and give me a chance to make up for it."

Two more needles flew up from the cuffs and pierced his eyes. Yang Xiao didn't hide, but still grabbed Li Piao Piao's sleeves firmly. He had a premonition that if he let go, the two of them might die. away forever.

The two needles stopped within half an inch of Yang Xiao's eyes, Li Piaopiao finally couldn't hold back anymore, she shook off Yang Xiao's hand that was pulling her sleeve, turned around and knelt on the ground, breaking down hysterically: "Yang Xiao! I beg you!" You! Let me go!"

This sentence was the most ruthless needle, piercing straight into Yang Xiao's heart, his hand finally let go of Li Piaopiao's sleeve, Li Piaopiao got up, as if he had lost his soul, and continued Go to the woman in yellow shirt.

Looking at her back, Yang Xiao said calmly, "I'll go to the Ancient Tomb Sect to pick you up in a few days."

He closed his eyes in despair.

At that time, whether to follow me and let me compensate you, or you kill me to avenge the tribe, you choose, as long as I can see you again.

Eyes closed in the dream, eyes opened outside the dream, Yang Xiao sat up and woke up from the dream.

It turned out that more than ten years had passed, he sighed in his heart.

His words to pick her up turned out to be empty talk. For so many years, the entire Ming Cult could not even find out the whereabouts of the Ancient Tomb Sect, let alone meet her.

He was really lovesick, and as time passed, the lovesickness deepened, he wanted to close his eyes and go back to his dream, no matter how worried that moment was, at least he could still see Li Piaopiao's face.

"Father, are you looking for me?" Yang Buhui came in from the door, interrupting his thoughts of returning to his dream.

Seeing his daughter coming, he sat up straight: "Come, sit."

"When you fled to Siwangfeng, you were only so small. In a blink of an eye, you grew up."

Looking at Yang Buhui's beautiful eyes, Yang Xiao was a little distracted:

"Your eyes really look like hers. If you were able to marry her back then and have a daughter, you would probably be about the same age as you by now."

Yang Buhui knew what he was talking about. That year when she was very young, she fled to Zuwang Peak with brother Wuji. He saw her eyes and immediately decided to take her in. Occasionally, when he was drunk, he would have sex with her. She told a story about a woman named Li Piaopiao back then.

From her father's description, she is timid but kind, martial arts is strong and powerful, and the most important thing is that her father loves her very much, but hurt her severely, and she is also a poor couple.

"Daddy, what's wrong with you?" Yang Buhui felt sorry for them, but he also noticed Yang Xiao's abnormality today.

"I'm ready to let you go." Yang Xiao struggled out of his memories, and said seriously, "Listen to me, the six major factions are besieging Guangmingding before they arrive."

Yang Buhui is a kind and righteous girl, so naturally she didn't want to leave, the two argued, and Yang Xiao called Sekeli: "Don't regret leaving the house."

"Yes." Sergey agreed.

Yang Xiao stared at him, with some anticipation in his eyes: "How about the situation of the Gumu Sect that I checked a few days ago?"

Sekri shook his head regretfully: "No, it's just a group of demons offering mummified corpses, Miss Li is not among them."

The hope in Yang Xiao's heart was once again dashed. For more than ten years, he checked all the homonyms of the Ancient Tomb Sect, or all the small sects similar to the Ancient Tomb Sect, but what he got in return was only disappointment again and again.

It doesn't matter, we will definitely find it, he comforted himself like this, then turned his head and said to Secree: "If Mingjiao can survive this battle, we will investigate again. If we can't, then forget it."

"Yes!" Sekri replied again.

If you can't bear it, you will die, Yang Xiao knows it well.

If he died, he would never have the chance to meet her again in this life, he admitted, but if he lived for a day, he would have to search for another day.

You can die, but never live.

The rivers and lakes are changing and unpredictable. In the past ten years, the imperial court has stretched its tentacles into the rivers and lakes, and the martial arts is even more vying for hegemony. The story in the book.

The storyteller was twiddling his mustache, seeing a stunning female guest, he couldn't help but tell a romantic story that girls are interested in.

"I heard that on a certain day more than ten years ago, the Ming Cult was mobilized and turned the world upside down, just to find a small sect called the Ancient Tomb Sect. Experts from all walks of life scoured everywhere, but there was no news nothing."

The woman drinking tea paused, she put down the cup, her skin was as white as snow in a red dress, her thin cherry lips were a little red, her eyes were full of spring, and the waves of her eyes were full of affection, she was absolutely stunning in the world.

Ever since she entered here, the martial arts people around have never taken their eyes off of her. She raised her eyes to stare at the storyteller.

"According to...it is said that the sweetheart of Yang Xiao, the left envoy of the Ming Cult, abandoned him and hid in the Ancient Tomb Sect, leaving only his young daughter to accompany him. After leaving, he has nowhere to let go of his love. , Then he ordered the heroes to find a beautiful woman, and those members of the Demon Cult mobilized their nests, scaring everyone of the famous and decent sects into danger, and this Jianghu has been turned upside down."

daughter?When did she give birth to Yang Xiao's daughter!

Li Piaopiao was dumbfounded when she heard that, people did it in the tomb, the blame came from the sky, not to mention the blame, and the whole world said that she wanted to be a mother.

No!

Can't let this old man talk nonsense anymore, Li Piaopiao cleared his throat: "Your book is not serious, Guangming Zuo made Yang Xiaosheng's romantic and unrestrained, and there are countless women who fall in love with her, but I have never heard of any woman bore him a daughter."

Questioned by the beautiful female guest, Mr. Storyteller was not convinced:

"Girl, you are young, you can eat indiscriminately if you don't know how to eat, and you can't talk indiscriminately. I have personally seen Mingjiao demon leaders..." As he spoke, he was about to start talking about Yang Xiao bringing his ten-year-old daughter to him. Unexpectedly, just halfway through talking about the teahouse, he was interrupted by a shrill voice:

"Who is so bold to talk about my Mingjiao here!"

A shadow rushed in from outside the door, and quickly dazzled the eyes of the people sitting there.

The man came with a sharp mouth, gray face and no blood, and the black robe was even more weird. He squinted his eyes and said in a serious voice, "Today, I, the Bat King, sucked your blood!"

This sentence set off a turbulent sea, and those who were sitting were whispering, and some people even quietly left their seats.

"Mingjiao Wei Bat King is here! Let's go!"

"This blood-sucking monster!"

There were a few decent people from famous families who wanted to draw their swords and charged forward, but were held back by their companions. Wei Yixiao, one of the four guardians of the Ming Cult, was not easy to provoke, he could be besieged with a master, but he would definitely die if he fought alone.

Mr. Storyteller, who has never experienced this moment of life and death, was so frightened that his face paled and he knelt on the ground: "Forgive...forgive me, you are a little bitch, Bat King forgive me!"

Bat King didn't listen to his pleas for mercy.

In normal times, he wouldn't care about these people who talk nonsense, they would say whatever they wanted to say about Yang Xiao's affair, and they would call whatever they wanted to call Mingjiao's man a devil.

But now that the six sects are besieging Guangmingding, it is a headache. He is on the way to Guangmingding in a hurry. the old man.

I saw a black shadow passing by, and the Bat King rushed up.

"Ah!" Bat King's hand was about to grab his neck, and the storyteller let out a miserable scream.

The people present also gasped, and some of them had already closed their eyes.

In a blink of an eye, an embroidery needle flew over, and the red thread wrapped around Bat King's outstretched arm as if alive, and tightened instantly.

The small thread seemed to be carrying a thousand catties of strength, Wei Yixiao was pulled out by it, turned twice out of thin air, stood firmly on the ground, and immediately pulled the red thread.

He looked with murderous eyes, and saw the beauty in red staring at him coldly, the other end of the red thread was held in her slender white hand.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Little girl, do you know what happens to those who meddle in my Mingjiao's business?"

"Listening to books is just for fun. If the storyteller is wrong somewhere, it won't cost him his life."

The storyteller saw that someone was helping her, so he hurriedly hid behind Li Piaopiao, knelt down on the ground with a plop, tears and snot flying all over his nose, "Heroine save me!"

Li Piaopiao glared at him, your cheap talk will kill you, let's see if you dare to talk nonsense about Yang Xiao's sweetheart giving birth to a daughter for him in the future.

"Yo, which sect's kind girl has come down the mountain!" Wei Yixiao grinned, his white teeth looked a little creepy: "I'm afraid you haven't heard of my Mingjiao Wei Bat King, you really It's time to learn from these famous and decent people, like a group of turtles, there are a few who dare to fight with Wei Yixiao."

Where Wei Yixiao looked, other people in the tavern lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at him. They secretly regretted that this young girl was too impulsive, and she was about to die here today.

Turning his eyes around, he settled on Li Piao Piao's body, and he said excitedly:

"Look at your skinny skin and tender flesh, your blood must be sweeter than that bad old man's. Since you want to do good deeds, you might as well help him die."

"It's just that you are the last one among the four guardians, and you are not a little arrogant."

Li Piaopiao laughed in his heart, I have stabbed all of you Guangming left envoys, what kind of a fool are you, a vegetable bat, in front of me.

"I'll give you two needles for this dead bat today."

With an indiscernible sound, the red thread in the stalemate between the two broke out of thin air, and Wei Yixiao, who was exerting all his strength, staggered back. Hearing a few swishing sounds, more than a dozen needles flew out from Li Piaopiao's cuff, and the red thread was entangled. Very nice.

They swarmed and flew towards Wei Yixiao, Wei Yixiao dodged, and a cluster of embroidery needles hanging upside down on the beam passed his head, and he smiled disdainfully: "It's just a small skill, how can I fly with your broken needles?" Be quick."

As soon as the words fell, his face changed, and the wind in his ears was wrong!

Those needles led their own red thread to separate among the people present, and pierced Wei Bat King from all directions at strange angles. Wei Bat King hurriedly jumped off the beam, and those needles and threads seemed to be alive, circling around him. Going around, almost piercing his body several times.

"I didn't expect the little girl to have two tricks."

When he was in a hurry, he showed his sharp fingertips and took the opportunity to cut off the needle and thread. The needle was nailed to the beam without any traction, and the thread lost its vitality, and limply slumped on the ground.

He flips:

"In a few years, she will be a first-class master in martial arts, what a pity little girl."

He turned his hands into claws, rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed, turned his hands into claws, and grabbed Li Piaopiao's face: "It's a pity that you haven't had those years."

"Hehe, vegetable bat." Li Piaopiao didn't panic at all when he saw him grabbing it. When his hand was still half an inch away from him, he waved his sleeve again, and a bunch of needles flew out again. Wei Yixiao didn't expect her He was able to make the next move so quickly, and it was too late to turn around. The threads pulled out by the pile of needles strangled his hands and feet one after another, and the needles flew in all directions, tying him up in a large font out of thin air.

The rest of the needle and thread will stop in front of his eyes, twisting like a snake, and if he is not careful, he can blind his eyes.

"I didn't expect...I didn't expect that I, Bat King, would die at the hands of a little girl today." Wei Yixiao ignored the needle in front of him, and stared at Li Piaopiao viciously.

"You don't look like a member of the Ming Cult. Which sect are you a witch? Are you using such vicious moves?"

Li Piaopiao:? ? ?Insidious you uncle!

The needle approached his eyes a little more: "You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately! Why do you call me a witch?"

"The moves and weapons are evil, and they always stare at the weak points of the person's body. Isn't she a witch?"

The author has something to say: I saw the comments on the previous chapter from the lovely sisters

To save my life!

I will post another manuscript!

The two chapters of abuse are finished

Next, let the two of them continue to have a good relationship!