Chapter 11: Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle

Nangong Xiaoyan began to search in the rubble and finally found a box. She divided the jewelry she had accumulated in the box to the two maids.

The two maids cried and refused to part with Nangong Xiaoyan.

Nangong Xiaoyan: "Two sisters, I have never treated you as servants. You know my situation. Staying in the Nangong family will be death sooner or later. Now that I can escape, it's an opportunity for me. From now on, we are strangers at the end of the world, the road is difficult, you two sisters go home and find a good person to marry, and live a good life."

The two maids took the things and were about to leave when they were called by Nangong Xiaoyan.

"You two go with us first. There was such a big commotion, but my father and two younger brothers didn't even come out to look. They must be blocking at the door. Let's part ways after sending you out."

At this time, Meng Su had returned to the appearance of a beggar, his whole body was in rags, and there wasn't even a piece of intact cloth the size of a palm. The large red robe had long been torn into pieces, and the white underwear was hanging on his body with holes.

Nangong Xiaoyan listened carefully and said to Meng Su: "Let's go through the north gate, my father and the others should be blocking at the main gate."

Meng Su nodded.

The four walked out of the bridal chamber slowly. Meng Su's divine sense swept, and people were moving around. The footsteps were messy, and more than a dozen people were following the four from afar.

The four came to the north gate. Only Nangong Wudi, the two Nangong young masters, and more than a dozen servants were waiting at the door.

Nangong Wudi: "Yanzi, a moment of spring is worth a thousand gold, you left without a sound, it seems you are sorry for this good time."

Nangong Xiaoyan gritted her teeth: "Father, since mother passed away and you remarried your sister-in-law, have you ever fulfilled your responsibility as a father for a single day?"

"You know my desire for martial arts, and my talent is higher than my two younger brothers, but you gave all the pills and resources to them. Every time there is an important festival, I watch you three having a good time through the window. How much like a family you are. Only I am an outsider."

"Anything my mother left behind, as long as my two younger brothers want it, you try every means to take it from me. I can endure all these."

"Why did you choose me for the Demon Planting of the Ghost King Sect every year? Those innocent people who were killed for me, each one died because of me, isn't that my evil karma? Aren't you men? Aren't you highly skilled in martial arts? Why don't you fight them? At worst, let them kill a younger brother, then you would be more heartbroken, wouldn't this Demon Fetus be easier to plant?"

"Enough!" Nangong Wudi roared: "What does a girl know? Is the Ghost King Sect something a family of our level can touch? My duty is to leave a life-saving incense for the Nangong family. Is it so hard for you to make this little sacrifice for the Nangong family?"

"Hahaha. A little sacrifice?" Nangong Xiaoyan laughed loudly: "You are taking my life. Fine, since there is no place for me in this family, I'm leaving. Move aside..."

Nangong Wudi: "You can leave, but leave the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, that is the divine object of the Nangong family."

Nangong Xiaoyan: "I spit on it. Yours? That was the dowry my mother brought from the Ouyang family, how did it become yours? That is the only thought my mother left for me. You want to take that too?"

A Nangong young master beside Nangong Wudi looked at Meng Su and said: "This beggar brother has great charm, we only met for a short time, and you hooked up with our wild girl."

Nangong Xiaoyan: "Nangong Xiong, can you have some face? Which time wasn't the scapegoat found by you? So what if he's a beggar? I'd rather follow a beggar than be under the same roof as you."

Meng Su glanced at Nangong Xiong with his narrow eyes, a red light flashed in his eyes, and he appeared in front of Nangong Xiong in one step.

Nangong Xiong was looking at Nangong Xiaoyan. He only felt his eyes blur, and a tattered figure appeared in front of him.

Meng Su grabbed Nangong Xiong's collar with his right hand, threw Nangong Xiong away, and Nangong Xiong blocked Nangong Wudi and his younger brother, blocking their rescue path. Meng Su raised his left hand and slapped Nangong Xiong seven or eight times. Nangong Xiong was slapped until he was dizzy, and his handsome face was slapped into a pig's head.

Meng Su, who finished slapping, kicked Nangong Xiong with his right foot and pulled out the sword from Nangong Xiong's waist. Nangong Xiong was caught off guard, and all the martial arts, routines, and moves he had learned in his life couldn't be used in front of Meng Su. Meng Su had no moves, he just did whatever was convenient.

Nangong Xiong flew up quickly and was caught by Nangong Xiong and another Nangong young master behind him.

Nangong Wudi looked at his son who was slapped and kicked, feeling a burst of heartache.

After putting down Nangong Xiong, he cursed at Meng Su: "Where did this wild seed come from? Is the Nangong family a place where you can run wild? Give me your life."

After speaking, Nangong Wudi pulled out a golden sword from behind and slashed at Meng Su.

Meng Su was about to counterattack, but Nangong Xiaoyan blocked in front of him: "If you want to kill him, kill me first."

Nangong Wudi's force carried a burst of gang wind and stopped one foot in front of Nangong Xiaoyan's forehead: "Move aside. You betrayed the Nangong family for this stinking beggar. If you don't move aside, I'll kill you too."

Nangong Xiaoyan stared fiercely at Nangong Wudi, stubbornly straightening her neck.

Nangong Wudi's eyes were about to spray fire.

Meng Su saw the vicious look in Nangong Wudi's eyes and knew that Nangong Wudi must be going to slash him and Nangong Xiaoyan in half together.

Meng Su flicked the sword in his hand. A burst of thought power was transmitted to Nangong Wudi's ears with a 'ding'. Nangong Wudi was suddenly confused. Meng Su turned around quickly, kicked the stunned Nangong Wudi out three or four feet.

Then he took a step and stabbed Nangong Wudi's throat with his sword.

Nangong Xiaoyan saw that Nangong Wudi was about to be killed, her heart softened, and she shouted: "Don't hurt his life."

Meng Su stopped the sword in his hand and was about to turn around when another Nangong young master stabbed Meng Su's back heart with a sword.

Meng Su felt danger, tilted his body, but it was too late. That Nangong young master stabbed Meng Su's left arm through.

The injured Meng Su suddenly lost his reason, roared at the sky, his eyes blood-red, his face quickly lost its color, and his lips turned red. The red mole between his eyebrows twitched. A burst of energy quickly ran to the injured arm, and the muscles contracted quickly under the pressure of the energy, clamping the long sword of that Nangong young master.

"Nangong Yue, you..." Nangong Xiaoyan saw that things were getting out of hand. She had seen Meng Su's crazy appearance and suddenly said softly to Meng Su: "Husband, please, don't kill him."

The crazy Meng Su turned and looked at Nangong Xiaoyan. The blood light in his eyes slowly faded. He pulled the long sword of Nangong Yue backward with his left hand. Nangong Yue was brought to a stagger by the long sword. Meng Su stabbed Nangong Yue's collarbone and then picked it, breaking Nangong Yue's shoulder blade.

Nangong Xiaoyan walked quickly to Meng Su, saw Nangong Wudi, who had just climbed up from the ground with a face full of resentment, and reached out to take out the small dragon object from her arms at the Nangong father and son: "Let us go, otherwise I will fire."

Nangong Wudi sighed at the sky: "You use the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle against your father and brother? Get out, and never come back."

Meng Su pulled the long sword from his arm, broke it, threw it on the ground, and left, supporting Nangong Xiaoyan.

It started to rain in the pitch-black night. Nangong Xiaoyan looked at the creepy darkness outside, feeling a burst of sadness in her heart. The home of twenty years, gone just like that. Where should she go? ===== CHAPTER 12 =====