Murong Yao watched as the companions around him gradually got wounds on their bodies, and his frowning brows seemed to be about to condense into frost. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The number of black-robed people around him was far more than them, his eyes were as black as a pool of deep water, and when he stopped his gaze on a black-robed man standing leisurely outside the battle, he already had a plan in his heart, and he clenched the wind in his hand, and he moved.

The black-robed man looked at Murong Yao with a murderous gaze when he looked at him, and a smile slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth under the black robe. Yes, it's such a gaze, struggle, resist, and I'm really looking forward to that gaze at the moment when I was finally killed. The black-robed man trembled with excitement at the thought of the moment when his resolute gaze turned into despair. What a wonderful moment.

Cutting off the sword that was about to fall on his companion, Murong Yao left a sentence. "Optimistic about the young master." Then he raised his knife and rushed into the melee. Seeing Murong Yao carrying a knife, the companions in black all knew in their hearts that they had left Murong Yao on the battlefield.

The chilling light of the knife slashed, and around him was a black-robed man lying on the ground wailing and unable to stand up again. Murong Yao looked at his final destination. He moved again. The sword light, which was even more chilling than just now, accompanied Murong Yao as he shuttled between the black-robed people. His black figure was accompanied by the light of the sword, and everywhere he went, he was slaughtered.

It's close. He was about to approach the black-robed man standing there. As long as the leader is killed, no one else has anything to fear. Murong Yao thought of another knife in his hand. The black-robed man moved, and he slowly raised his hand and drew his weapon from his waist. Then he saw a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wings pull out of his waist. The black-robed man shook his hand, and a breath of qi visible to the naked eye swirled around the soft sword.

"You're even more delicious than I thought you would." The black-robed man's voice was hoarse with excitement.

In an instant, Murong Yao had already arrived in front of the black-robed man. The moment the swords collided, there was a crisp sound. Murong Yao held the Linfeng Knife in his hand tightly and looked at the black-robed man in front of him who was fighting against his sword.

"You are the one who is going to die today." Saying that, Murong Yao retreated, and saw him jump into the air on tiptoe, holding the knife with both hands and raising it above his head, and there was a faint solemn aura flowing around the knife in his hand. Then he slashed at the place where the black-robed man was on the ground. The sword qi struck towards the black-robed man with a slaughter, and the ground was instantly filled with smoke and dust because of the sword qi. Immediately following the sword qi was Murong Yao's attack with a knife.

"Hmph, it's just a dying struggle." The black-robed man's soft sword pierced through the air, and then he blasted a deep trench from the ground with a flick of his sword. Murong Yao couldn't dodge, so he had to use the back of his sword to resist the sword qi coming from the ground into the air. Rubble slashed across his cheek, leaving a shallow wound.

At this moment, the black-robed man moved, and his figure appeared behind Murong Yao in a flash.

What the. Murong Yao noticed the strangeness behind him and hurriedly swung his knife behind him, but he pounced. The black-robed man flipped over in the air with his strength and landed lightly on Murong Yao's knife.

"It's too slow." As he spoke, his leg kicked Murong Yao in the chest. There was a faint sound of bones breaking in his chest, and Murong Yao's body was kicked to the ground and rolled twice. His black-clothed armor was already covered with dust at this time.

He coughed twice and struggled to get up again. A mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Murong Yao's fighting spirit seemed to be ignited. There was a vigorous fire burning in his eyes, which was the fire of war that was stirred up when he encountered a strong enemy.

"I can still get up after taking my blow." The black-robed man looked at Murong Yao, and his voice revealed a kind of interest. He didn't expect Murong Yao to be able to get up.

"Thanks to this armor." Murong Yao staggered to his feet, and the knife he was holding in his right hand was changed to his left hand.

The black-robed man looked at Murong Yao's movements, and raised his eyebrows under the black robe, it turned out to be a left-handed knife.

"Drink." With a shout, Murong Yao rushed towards the black-robed man again, this time he used a strange step, and saw Murong Yao's figure in the air with an afterimage, and it was difficult to distinguish between real and false.

The swords collided again, making a ping-pong sound, and dazzling sparks erupted from the friction of the swords.

Sang Yu watched the battle between Murong Yao and the black-robed man blankly, and for the first time in her heart, a desire for power was born. If you can have the ability to confront people, you can not be bullied, and even protect someone.

In an instant, the battle between Murong Yao and the man in black was over. The black-robed man looked at the blade on his chest in disbelief.

"How is this possible...... I...... Unexpectedly...... Defeated......"

Murong Yao stood behind the man in black, his face was a frosty color. "Your arrogance dooms you to defeat." As he spoke, he drew his knife, and the black-robed man's body slowly fell to the ground, splashing a puff of dust. Shaking off the blood stains on the flailing knife, Murong Yao walked step by step towards the battlefield that was still in the melee. His voice rang out word for word. "Your leader has been defeated, will you continue?"

For a moment, the sound of blades clashing was gone. The remaining black-robed men seemed to have no intention of fighting again because of the disappearance of the leader, and they put away their blades.

After watching the black-robed man disappear from sight, Murong Yao's body fell to the ground with a limp.

"Murong." The voice of his companion rang in Murong Yao's ears.

"I'll sleep first." Waving his hand to his companion, Murong Yao's eyes darkened.

"Really, always so reckless and showy." Although the man in black said this, the movement of setting up Murong Yao in his hand was unusually light.

Because everyone was more or less wounded in this battle, the trip that could have arrived at noon on the second day was delayed, and it was already early in the morning of the third day when the group returned to Xie Mansion with Sang Yu.

Xie Zhengyun and Mrs. Xie were eating breakfast in the dining room when they heard a report from outside the door.

"Sir, ma'am. Murong brought people back. ”

"Really." After hearing the news, Mrs. Xie put down the chopsticks in her hand, and stood up and walked out without worrying about breakfast. Looking at Mrs. Xie's back, Xie Zhengyun sighed and put down her chopsticks.

In the main hall of the Xie Mansion, Murong Yao knelt in the hall regardless of the injury on his chest. Next to him was Sang Yu, who looked at everything with curiosity.

"What the hell is going on?" Not seeing Xie Feiyan and Sang Mo as expected, Xie Zhengyun stared at Sang Yu standing beside Murong Yao and frowned.

"Yes, in fact, after the subordinates arrived in Sangyu Town, they learned about the killing of the young lady and the uncle, and only the little young lady was still alive. And after entering Mobei, his subordinates were intercepted and killed by the black-robed people. Murong Yao lowered his head and reported the news he had gotten.

Xie Zhengyun's body stiffened, what, Feiyan and Sang Mo were killed. Mrs. Xie beside him heard the bad news, and she had already collapsed in her chair and cried.

"What's your name?" Xie Zhengyun looked at Sang Yu, and his voice couldn't tell any difference from usual.

Looking up at the tall Xie Zhengyun in front of him, there was no fear in Sang Yu's amber eyes. Her voice was soft and waxy. "Mulberry."

Xie Zhengyun suddenly let out a hahaha laugh.

"It's Feiyan's daughter, these eyes are exactly the same as Feiyan." He walked a few steps to Sang Yu, squatted down, and looked at Sang Yu's eyes. "From now on, your name is Xiao Zhao, Xie Zhao."

"Why did Xiao Yu call Xie Zhao?" Mulberry's amber eyes were puzzled.

Xie Zhengyun wanted to show a loving smile on his face, but because of the aura around him and his perennial straight face, this smile was not very successful, but fortunately, such a strange smile was only seen by Sang Yu.

"The name mulberry is too soft, and since it is to be the light, it must be the light that illuminates the earth, not the afterglow of the sunset." Xie Zhengyun's slightly rough hand pressed on Sang Yu's head.

"Light." Sang Yu repeated the word and thought for a moment, and after a moment she spoke. "From today onwards, I will be called Xie Zhao."

"It's worthy of grandpa Xiao Zhao, grandpa will take you to breakfast." Xie Zhengyun hugged Xie Zhao. He suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to look at Murong Yao, who was half-kneeling on the ground. "You have an injury on your body, after you recover from your injury, go to Xingtang to receive twenty military sticks, and your salary will be halved."

"Yes." Murong Yao stood up and stepped back as she spoke.

Mrs. Xie wiped her tears and looked at Xie Zhao in Xie Zhengyun's arms, this child looks more like Sang Mo, but only these eyes are exactly the same as Xie Feiyan, these are a pair of amber eyes, the eyes are clear and transparent.

"Why are you crying?"

Watched by Xie Zhao's eyes, Mrs. Xie thought for a moment that she saw the young Xie Feiyan, and she also opened such amber eyes, and then asked her why she was crying.

Wiping her tears, Mrs. Xie smiled at Xie Zhao. "Okay, grandma won't cry."

"Beautiful." Xie Zhao smiled.

Xie Zhengyun hugged Xie Zhao in his arms, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, now that Xie Fu, his eldest son Feihong is not angry, has no intention of studying, and only knows the wind and snow. The eldest daughter Feihe's son is stupid, the second daughter Feiluan's son is weak, and the youngest daughter Feiyan's youngest daughter doesn't look too bad in terms of bones and understanding, but this is a female doll, can she really afford to solve the mansion?

Xie Zhao blinked at Xie Zhengyun's long black beard, stretched out his hand and tugged at it. Xie Zhengyun, who was dragged by his beard, came back to his senses and looked at Xie Zhao in his arms. If there is no accident, he can still guard this Mobei for another twenty years, maybe at that time, Feihong can provoke the liberation of the mansion. Now find a way to free the beard from this little guy's hands.

"Xiao Zhao let go of his grandfather's beard, and grandpa will play with Xiao Zhao's toys."

"Hmm." Xie Zhao thought for a moment, then nodded hurriedly, and the hand she held Xie Zhengyun's beard slowly released. After the beard was released, Xie Zhengyun lifted Xie Zhao in his arms and walked to the dining room.

"Before that, Xiao Zhao had breakfast with his grandparents."

Mrs. Xie followed behind Xie Zhengyun, and she watched the figures of Xie Zhengyun and Xie Zhao walking in front of her gilded with a layer of golden light in the morning light.