"The second style of the Ling family's sword technique: Bloody Blade Peerless!"

The second style of the Ling family's knife method: the blood blade is unparalleled, and the meniscus knife must drink blood before the knife can be retracted.

Otherwise, only he loves knives and nourishes knives with blood.

As soon as the shouts fell, Ling Tianba's body spun and waved the Crescent Moon Knife in his hand, the sharp edge of the knife was like a fire dragon with a wide mouth, as if it wanted to devour everything.

"Dad, no?"

Ling Xiao hurriedly shouted.

"Xiao'er, don't say much today, defeat your father, and leave the village tomorrow. ”

Ling Tianba shouted violently, his body was as light as a swallow, he swung his sword like lightning, and the spurting knife edge fell towards Ling Xiao.

At this point, Ling Xiao felt that the danger was approaching, but he was extremely worried about his father, for fear that his father would be attacked by the Meniscus Knife.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao closed his eyes tightly, opened and closed the ten fingers of his hands, and muttered in his mouth: "Slim people, offer the divine soul, only I devour, nourish the soul, illusion!"

"Ahh

A scream.

Ling Tianba's face was terrified, and he felt that there were countless ghosts howling in his ears.

"Hmm... Hmm...!"

"Ahh

Ling Tianba trembled, his left hand let go, and the meniscus knife in his hand fell towards the ground.

"Choke!"

"Ahh Ghost... What the hell!"

Ling Tianba hugged his head and screamed as he ran.

Listening to his father's exclamation, Ling Xiao opened his eyes suddenly, and a pair of red eyes disappeared immediately.

"Close!"

Just as Ling Xiao's shout fell, Ling Tianba's eyes rolled and fell directly to the ground.

"Daddy!"

Ling Xiao shouted urgently, and ran quickly towards his father.

However, at this moment, Cuiyun in the wing room heard Ling Tianba's exclamation outside and hurriedly ran out of the wing room.

"Tianba, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Ling Tianba lying on the ground, being picked up by Xiao'er.

"Mother, it's all Xiao'er's fault, and she shouldn't compete with her father. ”

Ling Xiao cried bitterly.

"Xiao'er, take a look, are you hurt anywhere?"

Cuiyun's face was anxious, and there was a faint pain in her heart, how could Tianba compete with Xiao'er?

I want to reprimand now, but I have to wait for Tianba to wake up first.

"Hmm!"

Under the reminder of his mother, Ling Xiao immediately checked his father's physical condition.

After a few breaths, Ling Xiao said to his mother Cuiyun: "Mother, Dad is fine, but he is in a coma, and he will wake up in a short time." ”

Hearing this, Cuiyun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao'er, quickly carry my father into the wing. ”

"Hmm!"

Ling Xiao picked up his father, walked into the side room, and slowly put his father on the couch.

Seeing my mother holding a silk cloth and dipping it in hot water in a wooden basin,

Ling Xiao suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "Mother, I'll come!"

"Xiao'er, don't mess around in the future, you see that your father is scared by you. ”

Cuiyun glared at Ling Xiao angrily, wrung out the silk cloth and handed it to Ling Xiao.

"Well, mother, Xiao'er knows that she is wrong. ”

Ling Xiao sincerely admitted his mistake, he never expected that he suddenly had no intention of shouting out the "illusion" trick, and he actually scared his father like this.

"This Soul Eater... It's really an evil exercise. ”

Ling Xiao secretly said in his heart, it seems that he will use this technique as little as possible in the future, so as not to cause trouble.

Spreading the silk cloth on his father's forehead, Ling Xiao and his mother Cuiyun waited beside him.

Ling Xiao didn't dare to leave, for fear that his father would wake up and be anxious if he didn't see him.

Besides, if you scare your father like this, you have to admit your mistakes with your father.

The night was getting deeper.

Ling Tianba felt like he was standing in front of countless ghosts, being devoured by them one by one, surrounded by billowing black mist, and the air was filled with a gloomy and cold aura.

Suddenly, countless ghosts disappeared in front of their eyes, and the billowing black mist faded into a clear place.

Suddenly, Ling Tianba, who was lying on the couch, called slightly: "Xiao'er!"

Hearing the call, Ling Xiao's face was full of excitement and went straight to the bed.

"Dad, Xiao'er is here... Xiao'er is here!"

"Well, my!"

Ling Tianba opened his eyes slightly, and saw his handsome face showing joy, this was his own son-Ling Xiao.

"Tianba, you're awake!"

Cuiyun walked over happily.

"Cuiyun, water!"

Ling Tianba called.

"Mother, Xiao'er go get water!"

After Ling Xiao finished happily, he hurriedly ran out of the door and went to fetch a bowl of hot water.

Helping his father to drink it slowly, Ling Tianba's face regained its blood.

"Xiao'er, you have grown up, and your father is not your opponent, you can go out of the village tomorrow to find Yan'er. However, bring a meniscus and use it sparingly...!"

Ling Tianba let out a long sigh, his heart was indeed extremely worried about Xiao'er.

Think about it, when she competed, Xiao'er used evil exercises, and if she was in the rivers and lakes, she would be strangled by those famous and decent people.

Stop it in time to avoid future trouble!

For his father's advice, Ling Xiao naturally understands it and keeps it in mind.

"Father, mother, Xiao'er is not filial, she can't serve her mother and father, as long as Yan'er is found, I will go back to the village with her immediately. ”

Ling Xiao's nose suddenly became sore, his face was full of tears, and he knelt in front of the couch with his knees bent.

Cuiyun also cried, and couldn't bear to give up the love of mother and son.

"Xiao'er, hurry up, my mother is waiting for you to bring Yan'er back. ”

"Xiao'er, a manly husband, do something and don't do anything, since you really love Yan'er, you are very pleased to be a father. I think back then, your mother and I were the same, and we fled here to stay together for the rest of our lives. ”

Ling Tianba said with relief, remembering that he and Cuiyun had gone through countless ups and downs before they could stay together all day long.

And now Xiao'er is so persistent, just like her own conduct back then, she naturally approves of Xiao'er's decision.

"Tianba!"

Cuiyun glared at Ling Tianba angrily.

"Hey, hey!"

Ling Tianba smirked.

"Xiao'er, go and rest, tomorrow my mother will get up early and send you out of the village after dinner. ”

Cuiyun hurriedly helped Ling Xiao up and said with concern.

"Well, Dad, Mother, I'm going to rest that night. ”

After Ling Xiao saluted his mother and father, he walked out of the door.

In the courtyard, Ling Xiao looked at the meniscus knife lying on the ground, and immediately bit his index finger, and a drop of blood dripped on the sharp edge of the knife.

"Wow!"

In the blink of an eye, a drop of blood from the knife edge was sucked into the knife.

"Choke!"

In an instant, the blade trembled sharply, and a red light rose into the sky, submerging into the clouds.

"This?"

Ling Xiao's face was full of horror, what the hell was going on?

The meniscus knife on the ground, or the meniscus knife, is no different from before.

But what was the red light emitted by the blade just now?

Ling Xiao was puzzled, seeing that the night was dark, he thought that he would go out of the village early tomorrow to find Yan'er.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao bent down and put away the meniscus knife and walked towards the east wing.

...

It's getting dark.

Ling Xiao got up early, packed his things, and walked out of the compartment door.

I saw that the stove room was lit up with a faint yellow light, and there was a "bang" sound from inside.

Ling Xiao knew that her mother must be making breakfast.

"Mother!"

Ling Xiao stood at the door of the stove room, shouted softly, and walked towards the stove made of mud.

"Xiao'er, why don't you sleep for a while, it's still early?"

Cuiyun said with a sigh.

Xiao'er is going out of the village today, and for some reason, she feels extremely uncomfortable.

Perhaps, this is the painstaking work of being a mother worried about her son!