I made the villain right.

Lingxiao Hall.

Ling Yun and You Lan brought a group of people and came to Ling Xiaotang in a menacing manner.

In Lingxiao Hall, everyone was busy with their own things.

Xu Zhou looked around and didn't see Xu Mo. He frowned and asked, "Did the young master go out again?"

"Yes, I didn't keep an eye on him." Zhou Quan said.

Just then, Ling Yun and others broke in through the door.

Upon seeing this, everyone in the hall immediately gathered together vigilantly and faced the outside world in unison.

Youlan looked at everyone, "It's just right, everyone is here."

"Catch them all."

After Ling Yun gave the order, the two sides started fighting immediately.

There were screams and sounds of fighting.

However, since Wuji Sect came prepared and their numbers and strength were greater than Ling Xiaotang, they were quickly captured.

The hands of everyone in Lingxiao Hall were tied and they were forced to kneel on the ground, looking angry and helpless.

Although they were kneeling, their faces were full of defiance and pride.

"Take them to the base." Ling Yun ordered.

Xu Mo happened to return at this time, and saw from afar his father and a group of disciples being escorted out.

His heart tightened, his eyes instantly became bloodshot, and he was about to rush forward in rage.

Seeing this, the subordinates around him hurriedly grabbed Xu Mo and whispered, "Young Master, please don't rush forward to die. Saving people still needs to be considered carefully."

After hearing this, Xu Mo suppressed his impulse.

the other side.

Ling Xiao put the knife on a man's neck. The blade cut the skin and a trickle of blood slowly seeped out.

The man's eyes widened in horror and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

"Do you know who General Weiyuan's mother-in-law is and where she is now?" Ling Xiao's voice was low and cold, as if it was wrapped in endless chill.

"I know...I know..." The man trembled, "She is Madam Zhao from the Zhao Mansion."

"Where is the Zhao Mansion?" Ling Xiao's eyes became more ferocious, and the knife in his hand tightened a little.

"City... Fukang Street in the east of the city."

The man squeezed out these words almost in tears. He fully believed that as long as he explained clearly, he could escape the disaster.

However, after hearing the answer, Ling Xiao did not hesitate at all. He turned his wrist slightly, and the sharp blade instantly cut across the man's throat.

Blood gushed out and the man slowly fell down.

A sinister smile appeared on Ling Xiao's lips, and that smile looked particularly terrifying under the moonlight.

"Let's go to Zhao's house."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and hurried towards Fukang Street with a group of his men.

Soon, the tall red gate of the Zhao Mansion appeared before their eyes.

Seeing that the door of Zhao's residence was closed, Ling Xiao kicked it hard. With a loud bang, the door was forced open.

Everyone rushed in, and the mansion was suddenly in chaos.

The maids and servants fled in panic, screaming one after another.

In a room in the mansion, Old Madam Zhao had just laid down and Ningxia was carefully tucking in the corners of the quilt for her.

Suddenly, an old lady rushed in in a panic, her face terrified, and she couldn't even speak clearly: "Madam, it's bad, the thief broke in, let's go!"

"What!" Old Madam Zhao sat up from the bed in horror, the wrinkles on her face deepening with fear.

The three of them didn't bother to pack their belongings and hurried out of the room.

After all, Mrs. Zhao was old, weak, and slow in her steps, and every step she took seemed very strenuous.

She knew that she would only drag Ningxia down, so she said decisively: "Xia'er, grandma is too old to run away. Don't worry about grandma, just go."

As she spoke, she pushed Ningxia forward.

Ningxia's eyes were red and tears welled up in them. She shook her head desperately and said firmly, "Grandma, where can I escape to now? You are my only relative and I cannot abandon you. Even if I have to die today, I will stand in front of you, Grandma."

"You kid, you don't listen to your grandmother again..."

Old Madam Zhao held Ningxia's hand tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. Her expression was complicated, and her eyes were full of helplessness, sadness and heartache.

Soon, Ling Xiao brought his men to them.

He locked onto Madam Zhao and Ningxia at a glance, with a hint of greed and pride in his eyes.

He raised his knife and slashed it, and Li Ma beside him fell in a pool of blood before she could even let out a scream.

Madam Zhao and Ningxia were terrified and cried out, "Madam Li."

Ling Xiao stood in front of them, looking at the two of them with a wicked smile: "Where else do you want to run to?"

A huge amount of energy was erupting from Ningxia's petite body at this moment. Although she was obviously terrified, she dared to stand in front of Old Madam Zhao with a look of courage and determination.

"My uncle is General Weiyuan. Don't touch us, or he won't let you go."

Ling Xiao smiled contemptuously, his eyes full of mockery and disdain, "Oh, would I be afraid of him?"

Ling Xiao grabbed Ning Xia's neck, sneered, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.

"I might as well tell you that we want to arrest you just because he is your uncle."

Ningxia was terrified and struggled desperately, trying to pry Ling Xiao's hands apart with both hands and kicking wildly with her feet.

She felt it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe, as if her lungs were about to explode.

Mrs. Zhao was extremely anxious when she saw her granddaughter being bullied. With trembling hands, she picked up the cane and hit Ling Xiao with all her strength: "Let her go!

Ling Xiao frowned, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, and he pushed Madam Zhao away.

Madam Zhao stumbled and fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain: "Ouch."

Her face was distorted with pain, and her expression was filled with helplessness and despair.

"Grand...Mother..." Ningxia looked at her grandmother lying on the ground worriedly, tears falling uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

As she was having difficulty breathing, her face gradually turned red and her eyes began to become blurry.

Ling Xiao looked at Ning Xia's dying appearance with admiration, and the smile on his lips became more and more wild.

Ningxia felt her consciousness gradually fading away, and just when she was about to faint, Ling Xiao's hand suddenly loosened and let her go.

Ningxia fell heavily to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, gasping for breath. Every breath was accompanied by a violent cough, and his throat felt painful as if it was burned by fire.

There was still some fear in her eyes.

Ling Xiao looked down at her with teasing in his eyes. He squatted down, pinched Ning Xia's chin with his hand, and forced her to raise her head.

Ning Xia was forced to look him in the eye, her eyes full of humiliation and anger, but Ling Xiao didn't care at all, sneering and saying: "She's still pretty, I'll give her to you as a reward, just don't kill her."

His voice was cold and a bit cynical, as if the lives of the people in front of him were worthless and were just objects for him to manipulate at will.

"Yes!" Upon hearing this, several Wujimen disciples immediately smiled maliciously, the vulgarity in their smiles was disgusting.

They rushed forward impatiently, picked up Ningxia like hungry wolves, and dragged her into the house.

Then he ran Ningxia into the house and pushed her against a table.

"No...no." Old Madam Zhao looked terrified and her voice trembled.

He struggled to get up from the ground, dragging his old body, trying to crawl to Ningxia's side, his eyes wide open, "You bunch of beasts, let Xiaer go."

"Let me go." Ningxia struggled desperately, but her strength was too small in front of this group of villains. She could only cry out at the top of her lungs, her voice full of fear and despair.

"Xia'er...Xia'er..." Old Madam Zhao listened to her granddaughter's cries, her face filled with helplessness and despair.

Ningxia will never allow itself to fall into the hands of these evildoers and be humiliated.

With a change of mind, she reached out and pulled out the hairpin on her head without hesitation. It was the only relic left to her by her mother, but now it became her weapon to defend her dignity.

"I would rather die than be insulted like this!"

She used up her last bit of strength to insert the hairpin into her neck. Blood gushed out instantly, soaking her clothes red.

Her body slowly fell down, her eyes gradually became unfocused, and she committed suicide with a mixture of reluctance and relief.

Seeing that the person was dead, those people lost interest.

"What bad luck."

The tone of his voice sounded as if what he saw was not a living being but a toy.

Ling Xiao looked at Ning Xia lying on the ground with disdain, his eyes were cold and without a trace of pity, as if everything that had just happened was just a game.

Old Madam Zhao finally crawled to the door of the house. Seeing Ningxia lying on the cold floor, her face was pale and she was silent, her heart seemed to be torn into countless pieces.

She was extremely heartbroken and felt as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe and she was heartbroken.

"My Xia'er, Xia'er..."

"Take this old man to the prefect's mansion." He waved his hand, and the men behind him immediately dragged up Old Madam Zhao, pulling her up from the ground like a chicken.

At this time, Madam Zhao's face had long lost its former vitality and appeared extremely numb and dull.