Chapter 6 The Rest of Life

When the figure of the beautiful man in blue disappeared, the whole hall of the Yan family suddenly became noisy. The public of the Yan family, who was the descendant of the Yan family, all cast resentful eyes on Yan Song. The patriarch and the elder did not stop it. They also seemed to want everyone to vent their anger. For a moment, there were endless hate and curses in the hall.

"Damn things can disappear from the Yan family from today!"

"I still want to change the owner of the heavenly cave and accompany your mother to the palace of hell!"

"Waste, it's a big thing to ruin the family. I, I rely on your mother!"

......

Calm eyes swept over the descendants of the Yan family. Yan Song wanted to find the master who had just helped him behind him, but he couldn't find it, but he knew that it must not be an illusion. He took back his thoughts and suddenly realized the words around him. He clenched his little fist in his sleeve, and his dark eyes suddenly tightened, as if there was a lightning to split out of it: "Warning you, don't do anything too much."

If the eyes can kill people, Yan Song's eyes just now can kill the public in seconds. That is a pair of dark eyes that are enough to make Yan's parents cool.

Yan Ke, dressed in gorgeous clothes, glanced around and took a panoramic view of the resentment of the descendants of the Yan family. At the same time, he also noticed that the patriarch and several elders also hated the cloth waste in front of him, so he snorted coldly: "Is it too amazing? Humph... What the hell do you have to pretend to be B here! Fuck your mother, if it's a mistake to do too much, I'm willing to make a mistake to the end!"

When Yan Ke's voice fell, his figure had already rushed to Yan Song's side. He punched Yan Song in the abdomen and lay the latter on the ground without any mysterious skills.

Yan Song fell to the ground and only felt his stomach and intestines, and then his throat was hot, and a blood arrow spewed out of his mouth. While he could breathe, he felt that his chest was heavily kicked. Then, half of his face was trampled under his feet fiercely.

Yan Ke gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Do you speak respectfully? If you are a genius, someone will rush to smell a fart. Unfortunately, you are a waste. You don't need to speak respectfully, understand? Call me!"

The descendants of the Yan family have long been unable to suppress their resentment. Seeing that Yan Ke said so, they hugged up together and punched and kicked.

"Bighten, beat hard, don't know what's good or bad!"

"Anyway, he is a waste. He can't take care of himself!"

"send it away first, and then exceed it! Damn..."

Yan Song curled up on the ground, regardless of being beaten all over his body and being hit on the head. He stubbornly frowned coldly at everything in front of him. He should keep in mind everyone who takes action against him.

Suddenly, Yan Song, who fell to the ground, saw a soft figure squeezed out of a circle of people. It's Yan Yan, the girl who just had no time to care about him. She was looking at him at this moment. Unfortunately, she was not smiling, but angry.

Yan Yan is lively and popular. In recent years, she has been charming with the charm of "the first growth of a girl in the Yan family", which has made the vast majority of the creatures of the young generation of the Yan family with male hormones crazy.

Without the aura of the Taiyue, she has become the focus of attention of the descendants of the Yan family. Seeing Yan squeeze into the crowd, the young man of the Yan family took advantage of the opportunity to talk to her. This one said to beat this waste well, and the other said that you should watch and don't stain your hands and feet. And the two descendants of the Yan family beside her were at a loss because of the girl's soft physical contact. They actually put their hands on Yan Yan's shoulder and took advantage of it in the name of "Brother".

Yan Yan doesn't care about these. She just looked angrily at Yan Song on the ground and stretched out her pink fist. Just as she was about to take action, she saw that the other party glanced at herself like others and looked elsewhere without any nostalgia.

Involunably, Yan Yan seemed to have been stimulated by something and stopped moving.

"What's the matter, still not?" The teenager with the girl's fragrant shoulder asked doubtfully. In fact, he didn't care about this. He didn't even know what he was talking about.

"I heard that this waste is your little lover. You won't rekindle your old love, will you?" Yan Ke's tone was well grasped, which happened to be heard by the descendants of the Yan family around him, and avoided the eyes and ears of the elders behind him.

"I heard that you have confessed to him in the back mountain, Sister Yan, you are not reluctant to give up, are you?" A teenager whispered and kicked Yan Song in the face without looking down.

"This waste often goes to the back mountain now, and I haven't seen Sister Yan go. I said it's not because of those, but Sister Yan is too kind. Although Xuan Xiu's level is high, she can never bear to hurt people, unlike me." Another teenager said and kicked Yan Song's stomach.

The teenager on Yan Yan's shoulder seemed to have touched ten thousand years, as if he had touched the sea and stone in a trance. At this moment, he was still jealous of others talking about Yan Yan's old feelings. He took off the little fat hand on his shoulder angrily, and then squatted down and slapped Yan Song twice.

At this moment, Yan Song has no time to think about anything else. He just wrote down this face. If he doesn't die this time, someone will die in the future.

"pa--pa--"

Three crisp sounds in a row echoed throughout the hall. When Yan Song remembered this face, he still did not hesitate, but engraved the word "Yan Yan" in the bottom of his heart.

"You are not only physically disabled, but also mentally. You have ruined your family. You are now a veritable waste."

Yan Yan said, and then she slapped her to understand her hatred, and then turned around and squeezed out the crowd.

After spitting out a wave of blood for the Nth time in his throat, the teenager fell weakly into the pool of blood. When the surrounding descendants of the Yan family saw this scene, you looked at me, I looked at you, and then dispersed.

Yan Yi held his hands behind his back. He didn't look at the whole process of the group fight. At this moment, the crowd dispersed. He finally slowly turned his head and looked at the cloth teenager on the ground: "Do you know it's wrong?"

The young man's green clothes have been stained purple by blood. He gritted his teeth and stood up, staggered two steps, and fell to the ground with a plop. However, he raised his head and stared at Yan Yi and asked, "Do you know what's wrong!"

The blue veins on Yan Yi's forehead bulged, and the big hand without holding the sword clenched and gurgled: "Vertical son, do not put the fate of the family first, disturb the overall situation privately, and cut it according to the rules of the clan!" His eyes were about to crack, and he split his big hand and made a head behead at Yan Song.

He was seriously injured by everyone. Although Yan Song struggled to stand up this time, he stood there like a piece of paper, and almost a gust of wind could blow down the staggering little body down.

Hearing Yan Yi's words, he did not laugh angrily, and the sudden dampness in his eyes was fleeting.

"Okay, good family rule!" Yan Song slapped hard twice, and there was a beautiful arc at the corners of his mouth. He laughed and said, "My mother passed away. Who cares about the funeral? Is the old blind man of the Minister of Ceremonies?" My house was bombarded by a huge thunderbolt. Who is in charge of the repair? Is the Minister of Industry always deaf? Because my mother is crazy, because I can't cultivate, you look down on my mother and son, a family that even their own people despise. What qualifications do you have to be looked down upon by outsiders!"

Too excited, the teenager paused, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, leaned on a marble pillar behind him, and said, "I don't put the overall situation first?" If you are asked to find a maid from a large family to plug in the door upside down, you are fucking willing! For the sake of power and money, you ignored my words and let me be an ox and a horse to laugh at outsiders? Have you ever thought about who the outsiders are laughing at? Is it my incompetence or the incompetence of my family!"

Yan Song's words shocked four people, and his words went straight into the arms of the Yan family. Some descendants of the Yan family have begun to look ashamed, while Yan Yan seems to realize something and slowly lowers her head, while others, who are pregnant with people who do nothing, look at the elders of the Yan family and elders with lively eyes.

"Waste, you just lighted it, didn't you?" A poisonous light flashed in Yan Ke's eyes and rushed to Yan Song again. He raised his hand to fight.

" Stop!" Yan Yi suddenly shouted.

Yan Ke suddenly turned around and looked puzzled.

"Let me teach this shameless selfish bastard my own way!" Yan Yi's right hand poked out from behind, and between his five fingers, there were three purple dagger-like weapons, which was the treasure of the Zhen clan of the Yan family, Zhenwu purple-level Xuanbing - Feiyan shuttle!

The patriarch is going to kill!

The descendants of the Yan family, who had different expressions just now, have shown their expectations again. No matter who is right or wrong, there is one thing that remains unchanged, that is, the waste who ruined the future of the Yan family, no matter how reasonable he is.

The anger on Yan Ke's face did not subside. He gestured his fist in front of Yan Song twice and gave the latter a contemptful look before retreating.

"From now on, you and my son will be broken." Yan Yi held Xuanbing tightly and was ready to shuttle.

"From now on? I have never had a father since I was born!" Yan Song said calmly.

Yan Yi's eight-character beard trembled and gritted his teeth and said, "In this case, I'm not ashamed to send you away!"

The red light flashed on the three flying shuttles at his fingertips, and with Yan Yi's right arm suddenly swinging forward, it flew to several acupuncture points on Yan Song's body like an arrow from the string.

At one moment, the descendants of the Yan family had a sense of liberation, and the former genius would completely disappear.

At a certain moment, there was a contradictory feeling in the old heart of Yan's parents. Can he have a good relationship with the Datai family by killing this waste? Don't kill? If you don't kill, don't kill...

At one moment, there was a feeling of relief in Yan Yan's heart. At this moment, some inexplicable feeling that once pressed in the bottom of her heart could finally disappear. In the future, she will no longer be ashamed, no longer deliberately hide from anyone, no... She will go to the teenager's grave with a column of incense.

Three Feiyan shuttles shined with dazzling red light under the urging of Yan Yi's Xuanqi, flying towards the teenager like a broken arrow. The teenager had nowhere to hide. Waiting for the greeting of death was his most pleasant ending.

hu--

Suddenly, a gust of wind sounded. In the blink of an eye, everyone suddenly saw a vague white shadow like a virtual wind. In a trance, two or three floated to the teenager several times faster than the flying shuttle.

When everyone took a closer look, they saw a 20-year-old woman in white standing beside the teenager, with autumn water staring eyes, jade bones and ice muscles, floating, no annoyance or joy. That kind of beautiful and inesirable beauty is like a nine-day fairy falling into the mortal world...

is the mysterious woman from the west of the imperial sword the day before yesterday.

When most people were attracted by the woman's aggressive appearance, a few people were shocked to find that there were three flying shuttles between the woman's jade-like fingers!

The sound of inhaling cool air came one after another. In just a while, the people in the hall were stunned by the woman's hands and dared not move, and even breathing was careful.

The woman in white stood there quietly without saying a word or looking at anyone, with a pair of bright eyes looking at the void.

The strength is in front of her, and the momentum is overwhelming. A slight demeanor of the woman in white can affect the expression of the whole hall. She is silent, no one dares to speak, she doesn't move, no one dares to move, who she lets die, who has to die...

The invisible pressure is so blatant and so natural that even Yan Yi can only stand there in awe. He knew in his heart that suddenly, his head moving was small, and the Yan family was destroyed!

The quiet and quiet descendants of the Yan family in the hall have long been scared into a cold sweat by this great pressure. They can't escape from the two wars.

Suddenly, the white woman's fairy robe brushed, and the three flying fire shuttles shone out of red light and broke through the air. Everyone only listened to the three muffled sound, and the three red lights were embedded in the thick marble pillar beside Yan Yi one after another.

The star eyes ignored, the cherry lips were speechless, the jade-faced ice muscles were not stained with any expression, and the woman in white floated out.

Yan Song turned around and said to the woman in white, "Thank you for saving me twice. I'll repay you next day."

As if she didn't hear it, the woman in white walked out of the hall. Everyone in the Yan family sighed and looked at each other in conster. In the coquettish smell of a pool of urine, they felt a sense of survival of "the rest of their lives after the disaster".

Yan Song reluctantly stood up and pointed to the Yan family around him and said, "Remember your insult to me today. Half a year later, your family will be able to do martial arts, and you will all pay the price!"

The little hand stained with blood took out a red card from his chest. The teenager threw it weakly in front of the Yan family, then turned around and staggered out of the hall: "This red crystal card is currently yours, but please remember that one day, the whole family is my Yan Song."

The weak body, carrying the strongest soul of the Xuanqi mainland, came out of the Yan family.