Brilliant thorn

"Report-"

One person was in a hurry, describing himself as embarrassed and rushed into the meeting place. Seeing that he was covered in blood, others hurried out of the way.

When the man knelt down at Shen Zhongqing's feet with a plop, Cen Buyu just kicked a challenger off the ring. This was his seven consecutive victories within two hours, and the Central Plains Wulin was completely humiliated.

Therefore, Shen Zhongqing's expression was extremely serious.

"Say, what's the matter."

"Report, report to Old Shen, the dungeon, the dungeon was robbed by the people who stepped on the fairy pavilion!"

"What!" Yan Wuji jumped up, looking extremely excited: "I expected this to happen! Brother, you should have listened to me and sent a few people to stay in Wuhou Mansion!"

Shen Zhongqing's complexion became more serious, he stroked his beard and fell silent.

Yan Wuji frowned and said, "How should this end? We should give an explanation to everyone here."

After guarding against it for so long, it is really unreasonable to be negligent at the last moment and make a mistake.

"Third brother, please be safe and don't be impatient. The most difficult thing right now is to solve this trouble in the arena. You can't really let a right envoy of the Demon Sect lead the martial arts in the Central Plains, can you?" in a hurry.

Yan Wuji is not as calm as he is. His son's death is inseparable from Taxian Pavilion. The person who stepped on Xian Pavilion is Yan Wuji's enemy. Now all he thinks about is paying for Taxian Pavilion, and he doesn't care at all. What kind of bullshit is the leader of martial arts.

"Then you settle Cen Buyu here, and I'll go back to the mansion to see the situation."

Yan Wuji walked away, Shen Zhongqing glanced at him, then turned to look at the ring.

As soon as he walked out of the vegetable market, he soon saw another person wearing the clothes of the servant of Marquis Wu running to report: "It's not good! Miss, she was kidnapped by Xiao Jue!"

"Can you say that again!"

Yan Wuji was frightened and furious, he heard that servant only said "Xiao Jue has different pupils", he didn't care to carefully distinguish whether the words were true or not, so he followed the direction pointed by the man.

Chasing all the way to Xinglin outside the city, he and Xiao met unexpectedly.

Seeing him alone, Yan Wuji asked sharply, "What did you do to Feishuang!"

Xiao never answered and asked instead: "Who led you here?"

Yan Wuji frowned: "What do you mean? Feishuang is not with you?"

Without waiting for Xiao Jue to explain, he had already taken out the long flute around his waist and put it upright by his lips, pouring his inner force into the melody, hitting Xiao Jue's eardrum directly, causing his pulse to swell and his chest to ache.

Xiao Jue tried to hold his breath, but the sound of the flute was pervasive and hard to block, his face turned pale, he forced himself to attack Yan Wuji with pain, trying to interrupt his playing.

Unexpectedly, when he was approaching, Yan Wuji suddenly stabbed a dagger from his sleeve, piercing his face, Xiao Jue dodged to dodge, but he felt his left eye loosened, and the blindfold Fu Shaoyu gave him suddenly fell off.

The bright summer sun made him close his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, he saw Yan Wuji's expression of hell.

"It's you..." Yan Wuji murmured, "You...you are..."

Xiao Jue looked disgusted: "What happened to me?"

Yan Wuji was already suspicious, but now that he looked carefully at this bright face, it was indeed somewhat similar to the slightly blurred face in his memory.

He is very much like his mother.

But emotionally, Yan Wuji still couldn't believe it: "Impossible, that child should have died long ago, you can't be him."

"Oh," Xiao Jue said with a sneer, "You are absolutely right, the bastard you kicked out died 20 years ago."

"You!" Yan Wuji was stunned for a moment, then suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Xiao Jue's lapel, his eyes tearing apart, "You killed Xinghan! That was your brother! A beast!!!"

Xiao Jue punched Yan Wuji in the chest, pulling the two of them apart.

"I have never had a name or surname since I was a child, and I have no father or brother. You say that Yan Xinghan is my elder brother, which is too flattering of yourself."

Yan Wuji regained his composure from the shock, recalling all the previous events, he understood that Xiao Jue's approach to the Yan family from the very beginning was for revenge.

He was heartbroken and helpless.

"I made many mistakes when I was young and vigorous. I'm sorry for your mother, and I'm sorry for you. You can retaliate against me and hate me any way you want," Yan Wuji sighed, "You hand over Feishuang first. She is Your sister, she is innocent."

Xiao Jue frowned and said nothing, only to hear Yan Wuji say again: "I'm just such a child, please let her go."

He suddenly smiled.

From the beginning to the end, he is a person who should not exist here in Yan Wuji, why?Is it because of the different biological mother, or because of his damn eyes?

"Okay," Xiao Jueyang pointed to the dagger in Yan Wuji's hand, and said calmly, "You commit suicide now, and I promise to send your precious daughter back to Shangye intact."

"you--!"

"Why? No? That's right," Xiao Jue said with a sneer, "It's just a child. If it's gone, it can be regenerated. Senior Yan's own life is so important."

Yan Wuji's chest heaved violently, he gritted his teeth and stared at him, his face was flushed and looked painful.

Xiao Jue took a step forward, leaned slightly, his heterochromatic eyes were like poisonous scorpions: "Your father's love is nothing more than mediocre."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wuji suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, splashing Xiao Jue all over.

He knelt down on one knee, with the white jade hole flute and pestle on the ground, barely holding himself up so he didn't fall down. Xiao Jue suspected that he was cheating, so he stood up defensively: "What are you pretending?"

Yan Wuji couldn't even speak at this time.

Xiao Jue kicked him, useless strength, kicked him to the ground, and looked again, Yan Wuji's lips turned purple with black blood, obviously poisoned.

He has a short body and pulse, and he can understand it at a glance.

This is a trap!

Xiao Jue slapped Yan Wuji's face and asked, "Who brought you here!"

Yan Wuji's lips twitched twice, but the light in his eyes gradually faded away, Xiao Jue immediately raised his sword and turned around to leave, just after running a few feet, he saw a group of menacing people blocking his way.

They are all people who participated in the hero meeting.

Someone found Yan Wuji lying on the ground, and rushed to check it out. Xiao Jue, who was already dying, and was covered in blood, naturally became the prime suspect.

What's more, his eyes are uncovered now, and the heterochromatic pupils are very obvious.

"It's Duan Hun San again. I never expected that you are that poisonous thief! It's in vain for us to trust you everywhere because you are Fu Shaoyu's friend!"

"Where is Fu Shaoxia? He should still be kept in the dark!"

"..."

Xiao Jue stood alone in the encirclement, when he heard Fu Shaoyu's name, he secretly clenched Frost.

"Let's go, please let me go."

Shi Yi with a long knife on his back pushed aside the crowd and came forward. Shen Zhongqing followed behind him. Seeing the tragic death of his sworn brother, he expressed regret and indignation: "Young Master Xiao?! How could it be you! What kind of grievance does my third brother have with you?" , you want to kill his beloved son first, kidnap his beloved daughter, and then take his life?"

Shi Yi also couldn't believe it: "Young Master Xiao, if you explain the ins and outs clearly, everyone will return your innocence."

Xiao never paid any attention to it, but asked Shen Zhongqing: "How do you know that I kidnapped his beloved daughter?"

Shen Zhongqing said: "Since the family members of Marquis Wu's mansion reported back, someone saw it with their own eyes."

Xiao Jue thought about it.

The person who kidnapped Yan Feishuang deliberately lured him here, and then sent someone to report to Yan Wuji, and meticulously created one after another, not only to expose his identity.

Yan Wuji's Duanhun powder was measured just right, and the poison was activated immediately after being anxious, which shows that the mastermind behind the scenes is not only familiar with the poison, but may even know his relationship with Yan Wuji.

He looked around, and glanced at the surprised or angry faces one by one, thinking that the person was hiding among them, quietly watching the scene led by him.

"Young Master Xiao, defend yourself quickly, I believe you." Shi Yi said eagerly.

Except for Fu Shaoyu, Shi Yi is the person who has spent the longest time with Xiao Jue. He thinks that although he does not have a deep friendship with Xiao Jue, based on their daily relationship, he believes that Xiao will never make a move to kidnap Yan Fei. Frost this kind of thing.

What's more, Xiao Jue once helped his brother and sister in the cold pool of the cave at the peak, and was kind enough to save their lives.

Xiao Jue sneered, all the people around looked at him like snakes and scorpions, Tang Yun ran away, and he, the rumored notorious killer with different eyes, stood in front of him, so what if he proved his innocence?

He was too lazy to talk.

With a slight movement of the wrist, Frost made a clanging sound, and someone alerted immediately: "He wants to draw his sword!"

Tensions are simmering.

Swords, lights and swords surrounded Xiao Jue layer by layer, Shi Yi drew his long sword out of its sheath, but he didn't know which side to help.

Xiao Jue had always thought that one could outnumber ten, but here most of them are the top masters in the world, and even the top masters who are alone in the world have no chance of winning at all.

He knew he couldn't love to fight, so he retreated while killing, touched Shi Yi's back, took advantage of Shi Yi's unpreparedness and crossed his sword in front of his neck: "Don't move."

Shi Yi pursed his lips and remained silent. Although he couldn't see Xiao Jue's expression right now, the murderous aura of the person behind him gave him chills.

He knew that if someone messed up, Xiao Jue would really kill him.

Shen Zhongqing said solemnly: "Even if you escape today, we will definitely chase you to the ends of the earth."

Xiao refused to answer, and held Shi Yi back to the edge of the forest, reckoning that if he walked a mile away, he would be able to get rid of these people completely.

"Young Master Xiao," Shi Yi's throat tightened, "You...you really killed Xinghan and Uncle? You were wronged, right? I, I don't believe you would do such a thing."

Xiao Jue sneered: "Do you really not believe it?"

Shi Yi opened his mouth, but couldn't answer. He didn't believe it, but Xiao Jue's eyes hinted at the cruelty of the truth.

"You honest gentlemen are all so hypocritical and deceitful."

Fleeing to a remote and uninhabited place, Xiao Jue withdrew his sword suddenly, and kicked Shi Yi's leg fiercely. Shi Yi staggered to his knees and looked up at this jade-faced young man who had become extremely strange.

"If you want to kill me, do it, but before you die, I still want to ask you to show your noble hand and let my cousin live." Shi Yi closed his eyes after speaking, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down uneasily, but he didn't hear it for a long time. The sound of Xiao Jue moving.

He opened his eyes hesitantly, Xiao Jue was standing aside with his sword in his hand, at some point, Fu Shaoyu stood ten steps away, looking at him quietly.

Seemingly looking at each other, but also silently confronting each other, after a while, Fu Shaoyu opened his arms and said to Xiao Jue, "Come here."

Xiao Jue bit his lip, and exhausted all his courage to call him "Brother Yu".

His voice trembled to the extreme, with a hint of hoarseness mixed in.

"Well," Fu Shaoyu nodded at him, "Come here and let me hug you."

Xiao Jue almost flew into his arms, dropped his sword to the ground, wrapped his hands tightly around the man's broad back, and buried his head in his neck: "Brother Yu, don't want me."

"I'm here," Fu Shaoyu patted his trembling back, and sighed helplessly, "I'm not here, you always make trouble."

Xiao Jue didn't answer, but hugged him even tighter, his heart flustered to death.

Does Fu Shaoyu know about him?Will he, along with those martial arts righteous people, regard him as a crooked evil spirit, wishing to crush him to ashes?

"Xiao Jue."

The man rubbed the back of his head lightly, his voice extremely gentle.

Xiao Jue responded, closed his eyes and rubbed against his neck.

"Can you tell Brother Yu about Yan Feishuang's whereabouts?"

Xiao Jue opened his eyes suddenly, the softness faded away, covered with frost and snow.He hugged Fu Shaoyu tightly, and his voice had returned to the calmness of the past: "You also think I did it."

Fu Shaoyu didn't speak, but sighed softly in his ear.

Xiao Jue already understood what he meant.

In a blink of an eye, he raised the hand around Fu Shaoyu's neck, and quickly slashed it down while the other party was unprepared, his arms suddenly sank.

"Young Master Xiao, what are you going to do? Don't act foolish!" Shi Yi shouted nervously, not daring to act rashly.

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Xiao Jue picked up the man who had been knocked unconscious, curled the corner of his mouth stiffly, and murmured softly, "I just want to catch him."