Broken Night

Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy Eight - Red Flowers in the Snow

The middle-aged man on the side glanced at the bald young man with blame: "If you follow the Holy Son, you must obey the Holy Son's orders unconditionally." Xiao Hu raised his hand: "No need."

"Thinking is a good thing. I need someone like Lingfei who is unconditionally loyal to me, but I also need a knife like you."

The bald-headed youth looked at him indifferently, unmoved.

Xiao Hu didn't take it seriously either, and said slowly, "You have already carried the Dafa of [Transferring the Soul into the Pattern], whether you want it or not, you are officially a member of the Corpse Pattern Dao."

"I have given you the power you want. After that, you will see your own destiny."

"I have no intention of taking care of you like a child."

Only then did the bald young man speak: "I don't need it either."

Xiao Hu glanced at him from the corner of his eyes: "That's good."

"Let's go, travel around, and get stronger."

"As long as you remember, this life of yours belongs to me, Xiao Hu."

"I can give you everything at the snap of my fingers, and I can take it back in an instant."

The bald youth turned around and headed north.

He has no plans to go back to the south.

From that day on, he was no longer the little novice who only concentrated on practicing and reciting scriptures.

He is of the corpse pattern—juetian.

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Xu Yan flew among the clouds, raised his head and drank.

Seen from under the cloud, everything becomes extremely small.

This kind of feeling made Xu Yan very happy, and it was also an experience he had never had in his two lifetimes. This feeling of flying from the sky still made Xu Yan very fond of it. Especially drinking and watching the sky in the clouds is a pleasure in the world.

Looking at the sky, he felt the consumption of his tattoo strength, and he slowly descended. After all, limited to his cultivation, he still couldn't fly between the clouds for a long time. When the strength of the grain was exhausted, Xu Yan would find a place to spend the night at will.

He found a small cave, and Xu Yan walked in, but he didn't find the body of any beast. Instead, there were large rocks and fires, which looked like a place where many people passed by.

Xu Yan waved his hand, and the fiery fire dispelled the smell in his cave. He randomly found some dead branches and hit a wild bird and set it on fire.

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"Hurry up!"

A chariot was running, and the driver was an elderly man who looked to be in his 40s or 50s. Between the temples, there is a frosty white, which complements the fine snow in the sky. But he looked anxious, turning around from time to time, but nothing was chasing him.

"Dad, what happened?" A voice called, obviously inside the carriage.

The man comforted in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, Daddy is here."

"Yeah! Dad, I'm sleepy."

"Hai Er, go to bed quickly. You'll be home when you wake up."

"Ok!"

woohoo...

At this moment, there was a sound of breaking wind behind him.

The old man was very anxious, and beat the car in front of him desperately.

It's just that this ride is just an ordinary durable horse, how can it resist such tossing and foaming at the mouth. However, this driver has been with the old man for many years, and he knows that at a critical juncture, he still insists on running forward.

It's just this wilderness, where can you escape?

The old man saw the fire in the cave ahead, and there was hope in his eyes. To be able to wander in such a wild place, I only hope to be an expert outside the world.

And in the back, several figures rushed.

"Miss, there is a fire in the cave ahead."

At first glance, the woman known as the young lady looked like a young woman in her twenties or thirties. The woman sneered: "Hmph, how dare you leave a treasure instead of giving it to me."

Immediately, she looked at a young man beside her, but with a smile on her face, "Brother Zhang, please take action."

The man known as Brother Zhang showed a confident and calm smile on his face: "Miss Cong, don't worry, this time my father ordered me out to take care of Miss Cong."

The man surnamed Zhang immediately took out a large bow from his back. The bow body was wide, and it was not comparable to ordinary hunting bows at all. At the moment when he took the bow, the aura of the man surnamed Zhang suddenly soared. He drew his bow and arrow, and stared at the chariot in front of him like a falcon.

And on the face of the old man who was desperately running on his horse in front of him, he was also terrified. He was a tattoo artist of the First Palace, so he naturally felt the terrifying aura behind him!

hum...

The moment the arrow came out, several air circles were cut.

This arrow pierced through the air, leaving behind a terrifying cloud of air.

Immediately, the old man's right shoulder was torn apart, not like he was injured by an arrow at all, but more like his arm was smashed by a heavy hammer. And its arrows were castrated even more, and they shot the chariot-riding horse through the head, only to be stabbed into the snow and disappeared.

Looking forward from Miss Cong, she clapped her hands happily and said, "It is said that Brother Zhang is a hundred paces-forward and is a sharpshooter for the younger generation of [Futian] City. It's really good." Zhang Yanhong smiled slightly and looked at Miss Cong. His eyes flashed with fire.

Cong Zongqian is the golden flower of [Futian City]. She is the eldest young lady from the family of tattoo artists. In addition to her excellent talent, her figure and appearance are also excellent, and she is pursued by countless young talents in Futian City.

This time, I was able to chase this old guy with Cong Zongqian because my father and Cong Jian, the owner of the house, were guests at home, and just happened to catch up with this scene.

This time is a good opportunity, and Zhang Yanhong will not miss it.

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The old man endured the pain and glanced at the nero horse, whose entire head had been shot to rot, and had followed him for several years.

"Follow me! Follow me!" the old man shouted inwardly, looking behind him at the same time. Sure enough, several figures only followed him, ignoring the chariot behind him that had fallen on the snow.

The old man ran quickly towards the cave, shouting, "Help! Immortal, help!"

It's just that he has only one palace level cultivation, not to mention that he was seriously injured by an arrow in his right shoulder. He lost too much blood and was already confused, and he ran forward with courage and determination. How do you know that you can outrun the number of people behind you?

huh...

He shot an arrow, but this time it broke his left foot, causing him to fall on the snow, the blood turning the snow white red. It splashed around his embarrassed figure, and it seemed like a little red flower.

"What's your name, old guy." Cong Zongqian snorted coldly and stared at him condescendingly: "Hand over your things, I can spare you."

The old man laughed dryly, and blood spurted out with the laughter: "Don't think about it."

Zhang Yanhong stared at him indifferently: "If you don't talk, you will die."

He stepped on his left hand and even broke the bones of his fingers!

The old man's scream resounded through the snow.

"Stop talking nonsense, just search him." Cong Zongqian instructed to go down the mountain behind him, but he didn't expect that the old man suddenly grabbed her left foot.

Cong Zongqian screamed, "Bold, how dare you touch my body!"

Zhang Yanxian beside him was also furious. In a fit of rage, he kicked the old man's chest, and the sound of broken bones could be heard clearly.

It's just that the figure of the old man flying upside down was caught by a red shadow, and then gently placed on the snow.