The favor of heaven, followed by all beasts, the abandoned daughter, she tortured the scum and becam

Faced with her cannibalistic gaze, Yan Xue smiled lightly, "This whip is retribution for you torturing me day and night, leaving me completely naked!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whip tore through the air and threw it on Yan Lanzhu's back. The red wedding dress was torn to pieces, leaving a bloody whip mark on her fair and delicate back.

"This whip is retribution for digging up my spiritual bones and destroying my cultivation!"

"what!"

"This whip is the Yan family's revenge for killing my biological mother. For the sake of Yan Ruqing's future, you killed people, took their bones, and mutilated the lives of innocent people!"

Stop with three whips. The servants of the Yan family did not dare to express their anger. They had also treated Yan Xue badly. They were afraid that the tail of the whip would fly towards their death door in the next second.

Is this still the trash from the Yan family? He was actually able to pin Miss Yan San, who had entered the fifth level of spiritual life, to the ground, without the ability to fight back.

"boom--"

Yan Lanzhu flew into the distance like a kite with a broken string, smashed the red brick wall, and flew into the house of the head of the Yan family.

Yan Fuming's expression suddenly changed, and he said coldly: "Who!"

The thick smoke dissipated, and Yan Lanzhu's bruised and swollen face appeared in front of him.

When she saw her father, she cried so much that her nose was dripping with tears. She grabbed his trouser legs in a panic and cursed: "Father, that good-for-nothing Yan Xue is back, and he's become so violent!"

An elusive disgust flashed in Yan Fuming's eyes.

Neither of these two daughters is his favorite. I originally thought that Yan Xue was at least someone who could cultivate, but I didn't expect that he couldn't even defeat Yan Xue who had no cultivation!

waste!

"Yan Xue? Didn't you kill her last night?"

"Yes! But she did come back. Father, I can't beat her. Today is my daughter's wedding day. You must vent your anger on my behalf!" Yan Lanzhu's eyes were scarlet and he was hoarse.

Yan Fuming snorted coldly, with a bit of confusion and sinister look in his eyes, and flew out with a long sword, "I want to see how powerful that good-for-nothing she is can be!"

What comes into view is a woman in white with a delicate and showy posture, and three thousand ink hair flying in the wind. She stood with her hands behind her hands, staring at everything with cold eyes.

Like, so similar!

Like that shameless woman who was unwilling to agree to his pursuit anyway, but instead turned around and became pregnant with another man's evil seed!

Yan Fuming tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, with such force that it seemed to crush the sword body, and roared: "Yan Xue, how can the Yan family's territory not allow you to be so arrogant! Why don't you come over here and apologize to your sister!"

The woman's words were understated and full of smile: "When my sister peeled off my spiritual bones and ruined my appearance, why didn't my father jump out and ask my sister to apologize to me?"

A heartbreaking roar suddenly came from behind.

"Master Yan. I saw her killing my sister He Hua in the Flame Forest with my own eyes. She also told my slave that she would destroy the entire Yan family!"

Yan Xue looked back, and saw a troublesome member of the crowd tearing off the rag from He Ye's mouth, and then she "registered her grievance" with tears in her eyes.

Hearing this, Yan Fuming was so angry that he shouted angrily: "I, Yan Fuming, have really spoiled you. Today I will fulfill my father's duties and discipline you!"

He raised his sword, summoned the spirit of the sixth level Spirit King, and stabbed in the direction of the woman with almost all his strength.

Unexpectedly, what was pierced was just a shadow.

A woman's smiling voice suddenly appeared from behind: "Father, are you looking for me?"

Yan Fuming's tiger body was startled, and he immediately mobilized all the spiritual energy in his body to protect his tendons, but the expected pain did not come. Instead, countless flower petals fell from the sky, gorgeous and colorful.

He caught the petals in his big hands, crushed them carefully, and said with a creepy smile, "Oh, it's a cover-up. Yan Xue, if you apologize to me now, I might be able to intercede for you in front of the Li family."

Before he finished speaking, something suddenly stung his palm.

Yan Fuming opened his palm and saw that bones were faintly visible among the bloody flesh... This is poison!

"You loser, when did you learn to use poison?" He looked down at Yan Xue with an arrogant expression.

"No, it's not poison."

I thought this was a family matter of the Yan family and it was not easy for the Yu family to interfere. Who would have thought that the wanton and arrogant woman in front of him could not even suppress Yan Fuming.

Two figures suddenly appeared in the yard.

Yu Li, the head of the Yu family, has slender and smooth eyebrows and is as gentle as jade. Even at the age of three hundred, he is still heroic.

His narrow eyebrows narrowed, and after a long time, he said with certainty: "These are the petals of the sixth-grade Spring Flower. When the petals are injured, they will secrete corrosive liquid, which can be seen deep in the bones."

Sixth grade spring flower!

The people eating the melons widened their eyes in astonishment, knowing that elixirs and herbs above the fourth grade were hard to find.

What kind of family actually uses a sixth-grade spiritual grass as a hidden weapon!

"Miss Yan Xue, do you think I'm right? Please tell me, where did you get this sixth-grade spring flower?" Yu Li's eyes brightened a little, and his gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if he could The secrets of people's hearts are penetrated.

Yan Xue met his gaze and was not afraid of the danger. Instead, she smiled touchingly: "It's inconvenient."

Yu Li's sharp eyes like an eagle scanned her up and down, full of inquiry.

Yu Siyuan's gloomy face had sharp edges. His eyes swept across the courtyard, but no one was seen. He asked, "Where is Lanzhu?"

"Lan Zhu was seriously injured..." Yan Fuming glanced at the hole in the wall, and Yu Siyuan strode towards the house with a gloomy face.

Immediately, he burst out with a sharp scream: "Lanzhu, why does your face look like this!"

A few seconds later, Yu Siyuan rushed into the yard with Yan Lanzhu in his arms. The woman in his arms looked pitiful. Even though her face was swollen, she still pretended to be a petite woman and shrank into his arms.

Yan Xue was astonished that this man and woman really loved each other.

Yu Siyuan's eyes fell on her, and a sharp light seemed to flash through her. He said in a harsh tone: "Yan Xue, is it you?"

"It's me. So what?"

Yan Xue's magnanimous look made his pupils shrink involuntarily.

After coming back to his senses, his two dark eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, "How dare you hurt her, I'm going to kill you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the wind from the palm of her hand threatened the strength of the powerful Great Spirit Warrior, and it was forced towards her.

Yan Xue's eyes were slightly narrowed, but his body did not move. His eyes were clean and clear, like a pool of soft and quiet lake water, unstained by the dust of the world.

She didn't hide, not because she was scared.

Instead, the piercing killing intent from the sky seemed to pull her into the ice cellar. Goosebumps all over her body instantly exploded, making her unable to move.

"Who!" She narrowed her eyes slightly, and there was a sharp edge in her eyes.

The sky suddenly changed, and the stars above her head rotated and gathered, turning into a spiritual eye that locked onto her, with a chilling look in its eyes.

This familiar oppression made Yan Xue secretly say something bad. He didn't expect the man to catch up so quickly!

She wanted to teleport again, but the man had already figured it out, and a pair of big hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her onto his shoulders.

The moment her skin came close to her, the aura around her seemed to be sucked into the abyss and unable to be mobilized.

Suddenly, a ghostly whisper sounded in my ears: "Run? Keep running for me."