After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

On the top of Taibai Mountain, dark clouds gathered, and the roaring north wind covered the sky with snowflakes.

Standing in the snow, Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, bringing out a bit of sarcasm: "Kneel?"

He was still slowly turning the heavy Jiu Chi Mo Knife, the blade cut through the air one after another, making a chilling dull wind.

And his thin lips were extraordinarily red. Because Xu had spent most of the night on the top of the mountain, his handsome cheeks were also frozen red, and Danfeng's eyes were narrow and thin, like a snow demon hiding in the mountains.

He smiled.

The smile was powerful, confident, and beautiful, but also terrifying.

Huo Qi felt his heart palpitations for no reason.

He took a half step back subconsciously, and cold sweat broke out from the hand holding the machete.

He originally planned to compete with Xiao Daoyan, but now, just standing in front of the opponent, his legs are already weak, and he can't even hold the knife!

The other party is just alone, why is it so scary?

He swallowed and forced himself to calm down, and the scimitar pointed at Nan Baoyi's neck again, with a grim face and a harsh tone: "You don't kneel--"

The last word has not been finished, and the sky suddenly roared with snowflakes!

Huo Qi was fascinated by the heavy snow, and the secret way was not good.

He grabbed Nan Baoyi's arm, pushed her viciously in front of him, and shouted, "Xiao Yi, I'm here, do you dare to kill me?!"

Facing the heavy snow, Nan Baoyi opened his eyes with difficulty.

The sound of breaking the wind suddenly sounded, and the sharp blade broke through the snowflakes and came oncoming!

Her pupils shrank, and snow flew into them, but she forgot to blink.

But in an instant, warm blood sprayed her head all over!

She was startled, she didn't even dare to breathe.

She raised her eyelashes, and the Jiu Chi Mo knife rubbed the top of her head straightly into Huo Qi's neck behind her!

The man with leather army boots was in front of her.

He bent his thin lips, leaned forward, put a kiss on her cold lips, and kissed away the blood that splashed on the corners of her lips.

"Second Brother——"

As soon as she called out, Mo Dao suddenly pulled away from Huo Qi's neck.

Xiao Yi jumped into the air, Mo Dao's blade was sharper than Bei Feng.

No one of Huo Qi's subordinates saw clearly how he made the move. They could only catch a few glints of snow. When they recovered, they subconsciously reached out to touch their necks, but they touched their hands. blood.

Xiao Yi landed.

Half of his face was splattered with blood beads, Dan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

He raised his sleeve and wiped the blood stains on his cheeks casually, put the Mo Dao on his shoulders, and condescendingly pointed at Huo Qi: "You know why your tribe died in the past. You know what you want to revenge for your tribe. I still covet my Da Yong's territory. Huo Qi, I see too many villains like you. If you want me to kneel, you are worthy? Your people are worthy?"

He has never kneeled outsiders in his life.

The only one who can make him kneel down willingly...

He raised his eyes.

Mo Dao slashed through the sharp blade, and neatly cut the rope on Nan Baoyi's wrist.

He took Nan Baoyi's small hand and rubbed it carefully in the wide palm.

The only person who can make him kneel down willingly is probably Nan Jiaojiao.

Huo Qi lay down in the snow in embarrassment, staring at him, his face full of reconciliation.

He had planned for so long, he had waited so long, he thought that his plan was perfect, but why did he end up being no match for Xiao Daoyan? !

Yes, he had known the betrayal of his tribe, and knew that they deserved their death.

He really planned these not only to avenge the tribe, he was also mixed with selfish desires, he wanted to occupy the territory of Dayong, and he wanted the Huo clan to reproduce and prosper in this fertile land...

The wind whistled.

Xiao Yi's blade suddenly pointed at his eyebrows: "Shen Jiang was the one who instigated you from behind? What kind of moth did she think of? Does she want my life, or something else?"

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Shen Jiang once asked Nan Jiaojiao to give him boots.

But he didn't believe in Shen Jiang's gentleness.

He only believed that her stitches and threads were full of calculations!

Huo Qi stared at Xiao Yi, the corners of his mouth gradually opened, like the shells that opened when the pods were full.

He refused to answer Xiao Yi's question, only slowly looking towards the far north.

To the north of the Qinling Mountains, the plain is vast.

Farther away is the grassland, northern Xinjiang, the Great Wall and beyond...

The bones of the tribe's people are still left outside the Great Wall, on the land of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

He failed to complete his revenge against Xiao's imperial family, nor could he complete his father's last wish to occupy the territory of Dayong. He even got into a younger sister.

Two lines of blood and tears gradually dripped down his cheeks.

He got up with support, exhausted his last strength, kneeled north in the snow.

He bowed deeply.

Snow fell on his back, gradually covering a thin layer.

Nan Baoyi watched carefully for a long while, seeing that he was no longer breathless, could not help but let out a sigh of relief.

She raised her head and saw that there were still blood stains on Xiao Yi's cheeks, she quickly took out the handkerchief and carefully wiped it clean for him: "I have been frightened for so long, and I don't know what it is for. Who is this Huo Qi? Why do you target the second brother ?"

"It's a long story. I'll tell you when I get down the mountain." Xiao Yi took her hands and rubbed them carefully, "Is it cold? I'll put it in your arms and cover it."

A weak stood not far away with raised eyebrows, her face stinky.

His father's heart was full of A-niang, and he didn't have his cheap son at all.

As if he picked it up!

Although he did pick it up...

Do evil!

He patted the fine snow on his shoulders, and said in a childish voice: "Father, mother, this mountain is high and windy, don't be here! I am looking at the weird shame..."

It's weird...

Nan Baoyi recovered, only then did he remember that A weak was still there.

She blushed and quickly hid behind Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi bent his lips and threw the Jiu Chi Mo knife to Shiku who came over. He walked over and rubbed the little guy's head with one hand. He picked him up with one hand: "Go down the mountain."

Father's embrace is warm and strong.

Ah weak is rarely held by him, and happily wraps his neck.

Xiao Yi reached out to Nan Baoyi again: "I will be holding you."

Nan Baoyi was also very happy, and stepped forward with Lianbu styles, cleverly placed her little hand on his palm. His palm was wide and warm, which made her feel at ease.

It seemed that no matter what danger happened, as long as she was with him, she was not afraid of anything.

Just about to go down the mountain, I didn't watch out for the thick snow on the top of the mountain. This piece of land was actually stretched out in the air along the cliffside bushes, and people couldn't help stepping on it.

Nan Baoyi stepped on the air with one foot, exclaimed, and fell to the bottom of the cliff!

The snow at Xiao Yi's feet also collapsed quickly.

His eyesight was quick and his hands were quick, he threw Ah weak to Shiku, one hand firmly grasped Nan Baoyi, the other took out the dagger, and plunged it deeply into the cliff.

However, the resistance brought by the dagger was not enough. It dashed all the way to the bottom of the cliff, bursting out a large amount of sparks, Xiao Yi grasped Nan Baoyi and was forced to slide down the cliff all the way.