Chapter 1325: Looking Up and Seeing the North Star (4)

Syllable!

With a heavy blow to his face, Yan Hui fell heavily to the ground, and the corners of his lips were already overflowing with blood.

Glancing at the angry Beichen on the steps, Yan Hui hurriedly got up and bowed his head to the ground, "Your Majesty, please believe me, this method must be effective, Zitong's biggest shortcoming is her affection, as long as we grasp her weakness, we will definitely be able to ......"

Beichen twisted his eyebrows and raised his right hand.

Yan Hui's body was immediately strangled by the neck, and he was grabbed in mid-air by an invisible force.

"I will not dare to deceive the king...... Please don't kill me, I am the most loyal person to my master......"

It was difficult to breathe, and Yan Hui's face was already flushed.

"Why didn't you say it sooner!"

Beichen asked coldly.

Yan Hui originally thought that he didn't believe in this method, but when he asked this sentence, he realized that he was angry because she said it late.

"I ...... Me too...... Just remembered. She busied herself explaining.

"Humph!" Beichen threw her out of the hall, "Do it immediately!" ”

"Yes, I'll go right away!"

Yan Hui was so thrown that he coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he didn't dare to slack off, and was busy getting up to give orders.

On the steps, Beichen slowly raised his palm, and in the palm of his right hand, there was a thin silver needle.

Two years ago, Zi Tong used this thin needle to seal his acupuncture point, and then fled with Weiyang.

Beichen, who no longer remembers the past, only knows that this needle is the only thing she left him, and she has been carrying this needle with her for two years.

For two years, he had been looking for her, sitting alone in a high position every night, and he always held this needle in his hand, the needle was made of magic silver, and it would soften when the temperature was enough, and now, this needle that had stabbed him was very soft, soft as her hair.

In front of me, the face flashed again, flashed the dark purple eyes that he had searched all over the five continents and had never seen anyone, flashed her pink and soft lips like cherry blossoms, but absolutely sweet, and thought of that kiss.

In my heart, I was dry.

Beichen tightened his fingers sharply, holding the needle tightly in the palm of his hand.

"Purple Pupil, I must find you, find you!"

Sou!

In mid-air, silver light flashed, and a favorable object broke through the sky.

Beichen's eyes were cold, and he raised his eyes suddenly.

The thing stopped in the air in front of him, and the beating light of the fire reflected the appearance of the thing, and it turned out to be a needle—a long, slender silver needle, as thin as a hair, as bright as the moonlight, exactly the same as the needle in his palm.

Beichen's eyes flashed brightly, his body swayed slightly, and he grabbed the needle and rushed out of the hall.

In the mid-air not far away, a figure passed by, as fast as lightning, like a moonlight streamer, and he chased after it without thinking about it.

The two figures, chasing one after the other, are getting closer and closer.

Skimming over a mountain beam, the figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Beichen landed on the hillside.

Here, it was originally the mountain behind the academy, where Mr. Xue took the purple pupil to practice knives, at that time, she practiced knives on the mountain, and he was waiting for her here.

Purple Butterfly liked peach blossoms at that time, and Mr. Xue has been in the academy for the past few years, in addition to cultivation, he has planted a lot of peach blossoms, he can't see it, he just planted it for Purple Butterfly.

These people, there is no one to manage the back mountain, and the peach blossoms have already gone crazy.

Now is the time when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the mountains are full of pink peach blossoms.

In the night wind, a petal fell on Beichen's shoulder, he raised his hand and pinched the petal, the petals between his fingers were soft and slightly fragrant, just like the person's lips.