The cold night was bleak, the cold rain kept falling from the sky, Yang Yu was smoking a cigarette on the balcony alone and watching the dripping rain outside the window, the smoke filled his body, and Yang Yu could be heard from time to time sighing.

Yang Yu has been looking for Lao Dao for a few days, but no matter how he searched, he didn't see any trace of Lao Dao, and Yang Yu was also very helpless about Lao Dao's ghostly spirit, he couldn't help but feel that his dream of wanting a child was shattered, thinking that he was like an iron tree that would not bloom Yang Yu felt the sadness in his heart, and he couldn't help but fold his hands and pray to God for the appearance of Lao Dao.

The corners of Yang Yu's mouth outlined a touch of bitterness, he sighed and laughed at himself: "Anyway, I'm still young, and I'll talk about it later, there will be bread, there will be milk, everything will be there." ”

Under the comfort of self-hypnosis, Yang Yu's mood was much better, but Lao Dao did not pray. He suddenly saw a woman in purple standing on the wet and cold asphalt road next to the street lamp under the villa.

The purple-clothed woman's bright dark eyes were also watching him at this time, and Yang Yu's heart moved, and the flying sword and green shadow in the bedroom flew into his hand.

Yang Yu jumped from the balcony of the villa to the downstairs with a flying sword in her hand, and she walked straight towards the woman in purple under the street lamp, and the woman in purple stood silently in the rain curtain, as if she had expected Yang Yu to come to her side.

When the purple-clothed woman saw Yang Yu walking in front of him, she directly pulled out two double-headed tips from her waist, and the crystal clear Emei thorns stabbed Yang Yu's throat through the rain curtain.

Yang Yu suddenly swung his sword to block the purple-clothed woman's stabbing with a crystal stab, and he murmured: "Beauty, I seem to have no grudge against you, why do you want to kill me as soon as you meet." ”

The woman in purple didn't answer Yang Yu's words, two crystal clear Emei thorns kept rotating between her palms, she suddenly threw an Emei thorn towards Yang Yu's chest, and then stepped on the rain and jumped lightly behind Yang Yu and stabbed him in the back of the heart.

In an instant, Yang Yu's feet touched the ground sideways and dodged the two Emei thorns of the woman in purple, his fox eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth outlined a smile with an aftertaste, Yang Yu jumped in the air and stabbed a sword into the lower abdomen of the woman in purple.

The woman in purple suddenly waved the flying sword in Yang Yu's hand with the Emei thorn in her hand, and she stepped on it like a dragonfly in water, and instantly deceived Yang Yu's eyes, only to see the Emei thorn in the purple-clothed woman's hand kept waving, and in an instant, she stabbed Yang Yu countless times.

"Little girl, since you want to fight me so much, I'll have a good time with you!" Yang Yu tossed and moved backwards while moving, he began to urge the flying sword in his hand to shout "Disease", the woman in purple was stunned when she heard Yang Yu's shouting, Yang Yu saw that his bluff had worked, he hurriedly drove the flying sword to break through the air and slashed towards the woman in purple, and the woman in purple began to hurriedly wave the crystal clear Emei thorn in her hand to resist the flying sword Qingying that kept slashing at her in the air.

Yang Yu kept running the flying sword and kept slashing at the woman in purple, facing the dazzling slashing woman in purple with the flying sword and green shadow, she couldn't dodge, only to hear a hiss, her chest was cut through her clothes, and her snow-white skin was exposed, and bright red blood soaked her purple clothes.

Yang Yu looked at the woman in purple's snow-white arc of chest stained with blood, he couldn't help but sigh that he was a little ashamed that he had destroyed a work of art created by God, the woman in purple saw the bright red wound on her chest, her cold expression couldn't help showing anger, the woman in purple slowly took out a transparent glass bottle from her arms, she opened the cap with her white fingers, and a colorful butterfly fluttered its wings and flew towards Yang Yu through the rain curtain.

Yang Yu felt that something was wrong with the butterfly flying in front of him, his expression was restrained, and he swung his sword a little coldly, and suddenly stabbed at the butterfly flying towards him, and under him swung his sword, the butterfly transformed into an overwhelming number of them.

The eyes of each butterfly flashed with scarlet and bloodthirsty light, and Yang Yu suddenly closed his eyes when he saw this incomparably evil scene, and fell into the artistic conception of sitting alone on the Diaoyu Tai.

Countless butterflies flying towards him all disappeared under the natural vibration of Yang Yu's true qi, but these butterflies flew towards Yang Yu one after another like waves, and the true qi in Yang Yu's body was resisting some butterflies, but it was also frantically consuming.

After about a cup of tea, Yang Yu opened his eyes with a mouthful of blood, and in an instant he saw the phantoms of countless butterflies disappearing, and a colorful butterfly flew back to the white hand of the woman in purple, she put the colorful butterfly back into the glass bottle and stuffed it into her arms and walked slowly in front of Yang Yu.

Yang Yu took out the gray and black elixir from his pocket and put it in his mouth and chewed it, he knew that he met this woman in purple today because he had a bad relationship with the hard stubble, Yang Yu wanted to delay for a while to recover the true qi in his body, so he playfully glanced at the bleeding chest of the woman in purple and said, "Little sister, you are too open, you are dressed so revealingly!"

The woman in purple with a cold face stretched out her hand and slapped Yang Yu in the face and said, "Look again, look at me again, I will gouge out your eyeballs." ”

Yang Yu touched his hot face and laughed: "You don't want people to be tight, why don't you be tight, besides, if you don't hit people in the face, if you want to hit me again, I'm going to be crazy!"

The cold and glamorous woman in purple immediately slapped Yang Yu again and said, "Don't give me a flamboyant tongue, this time I'm here to persuade you to join our organization, if you don't agree, there is only a dead end." ”

After Yang Yu took the drug, the true qi in his body recovered a little, and he quietly took out a golden needle from his arms, Yang Yuxu said to the snake: "Little sister, what kind of organization are you, you have to let me think about it!"

The peach-like pink lips of the cold woman in purple smiled coldly and walked slowly beside Yang Yu, she didn't mean to talk nonsense to Yang Yu at all, and slashed at his neck with a hand knife, just at this moment, Yang Yu poured the only trace of true qi in her body into the golden needle in her hand and pierced it into the neck of the person in purple clothes, and suddenly she stood in place and remained motionless.

Yang Yu walked up to the woman in purple, pinched her fair and smooth face hard, and said, "You still hit me in the face, you are so powerful, you are not afraid that I will correct you on the spot." ”

The woman in purple still looked unmoved, Yang Yu scratched her head and the corners of her mouth were touched: "Little sister, I seem to have seen you hide the butterfly in your arms, don't take such a dangerous thing, let me keep it for you!"

Saying that, Yang Yu put his hand into the little girl's arms and took out the glass bottle, the woman in purple felt Yang Yu put his hand into her arms, she couldn't help biting her pink lips and staring viciously: "You quickly return the rain butterfly to me!"

Yang Yu pulled out the golden needle on the purple-clothed woman's neck and said: "You can move in about ten minutes, as a reward for beating me, this butterfly will belong to me, my daughter-in-law is still waiting to go home and sleep, goodbye little sister, you stay here!"

After speaking, Yang Yu took the glass bottle containing the butterfly and left calmly, leaving only the purple-clothed woman biting her ruddy lips and her face blue in the cold rain curtain, standing motionless.