"Escape?" Yan Zhimeng's face darkened, and she said absentmindedly: "How do I escape? Everyone here, even you, Ping 'er, can easily kill me. How can I possibly escape from here? So what if I can escape? The world is so big, where can they not find me? If he dies, even if I escape, who can I rely on … "
"Miss …" Ping Er's expression also darkened. She crouched down and placed her head next to Yan Zhimeng's abdomen, and said reproachfully: "Little one, you really came at the wrong time. You caused your mother's death …"
"Miss, they will definitely abort your child. If they want you to die, they can wait here or try to escape. It's all death. If they forgive you, you can escape. Even if they catch you, they won't hurt you. Since it's like this, why don't we try to escape. I … even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will help Miss escape. "Ping Er stood up and said with a serious face.
"Ping Er, thank you." Yan Zhimeng shook her head again: "You can leave first. I want to be alone for a while."
"En, if Miss needs anything, you must call me." Ping Er looked at her worriedly for a while before walking out with light steps.
After Ping Er left, the tears that Yan Zhimeng had been holding back for a long time finally gushed out. She softly said: "Where are you … we have a child … it's our child …"
Time passed second by second in torment. No one came to disturb Yan Zhimeng. At this moment, her fate no longer belonged to her. She was like a criminal waiting to be judged.
Sunflower Dew Country experienced spring all year round. Even in winter, it rarely snowed. However, in the evening, the originally cool weather suddenly turned cold. Yan Zhimeng carefully wrapped herself in the blanket and stared blankly at the snowflakes that had unknowingly fallen and were getting heavier. She could ignore the cold, but she could not allow the child in her stomach to be hurt.
Night fell and the temperature continued to drop. The snowfall also became heavier. In the windless snowy night, everything was white. The thickness of the snow was enough to cover a person's knees.
The door was pushed open with a creak. Yan Xi Ming walked in with an expressionless face. Behind her, Ping Er carried a bowl of hot soup. Yan Zhimeng's heart sank. She lowered her gaze and subconsciously placed her hand on her abdomen.
Yan Ximing stood a short distance away from her and spoke calmly, "Meng 'er, this is the medicine that Ghost Hag has prepared for you. Drink it first and follow me for dinner." Saying so, he gestured to Ping' er with his eyes. Ping 'er took a few steps forward and presented the soup to Xiang Shaolong.
Abortion pills? Yan Zhimeng lifted her head in disbelief. The steaming hot soup was right in front of her, but her hands were trembling. Ping 'er's pained eyes were telling her, "Don't —"
"No! I don't want to drink it! "Yan Zhimeng smashed the bowl of soup in Ping 'er's hands onto the floor and jumped off the bed. That was definitely not the so-called abortifacient, but … an abortifacient!
"You …" Yan Ximing finally shed his disguise and revealed an angry and ferocious face. He reached out to grab Yan Zhimeng, "You can live, but the bastard in your stomach must die, must die!"
Yan Zhimeng dodged in a panic and begged, "Ximing, please let me go … as long as I can give birth to this child, I'll do anything you want. I'll even do anything for you …"
"Dream on. Today, he must die, uh … ah!" Yan Zhimeng's begging made him even angrier. He punched her abdomen crazily. Yan Zhimeng shrieked and used both hands to protect herself. But it was too late to dodge. Suddenly, a petite figure appeared in front of her and threw a punch at Yan Ximing with all her strength.
The two fists collided. Yan Ximing, who did not use much True Power due to his anger, was sent flying. Ping 'er, who stood in front of Yan Zhimeng, swayed but gritted her teeth and did not move. She immediately waved her hand and broke the window. She shouted, "Miss, leave quickly! It's snowing heavily outside. This is the best chance that God has given Miss. Leave quickly! "
"Ping 'er …"
"Leave quickly!"
"You lowly servant, how dare you hurt me." Yan Ximing stood up from the ground. His face was terrifyingly gloomy. Ping 'er seemed to have thrown caution to the wind. She pushed Yan Zhimeng away and rushed forward fearlessly. Yan Zhimeng gritted her teeth and suppressed all her sadness. She jumped out of the window and into the snowy night.
Between Nanhuangzong and the Northern Emperor Sect, even a servant girl's strength was not weaker than an ordinary sect leader. But how could her strength compare to the young master of the Northern Emperor Sect, Yan Ximing? Ping 'er could only withstand three blows before she was sent flying by Yan Ximing, who had used less than half of her strength. She then leaped out of the window. Suddenly, his feet sank. His floating body was forcefully pulled down by something. Ping 'er hugged his legs tightly and pleaded, "Young Master, I beg you to let Mistress off …"
"Get lost!" Yan Ximing swung his feet and Ping 'er was sent flying while vomiting blood. In the next second, he had already rushed out of the window and chased after Yan Zhimeng.
Yan Zhimeng's escape immediately attracted the attention of countless Secret Guards. Several auras came to investigate. Yan Ximing roared, "All of you get lost! No one is allowed to come near this direction!"
How could he let others know of such a scandal? This roar belonged to the Young Sect Leader. After a moment of hesitation, the powerful auras finally retreated. At this moment, Yan Ximing, who was just about to get up, felt a strong gust of wind behind him. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a jade hairpin in his hand. In that brief moment, his legs were once again held tightly by Ping 'er, "Young Master, although Mistress has wronged you, please be magnanimous and let Mistress off …"
"Get lost!" Yan Ximing swung his legs forcefully. The crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard. But the arms that were tightly holding onto his legs did not let go. He furrowed his brows and increased his strength. Finally, Ping 'er was sent flying again. He took a deep breath. Filled with hatred, he chased after Yan Zhimeng. His speed was unparalleled.
Heavy snow could reduce visibility and cover a person's aura to a certain extent. But in front of a top expert like Yan Ximing, this heavy snow was no different from nothing. Under Yan Ximing's pursuit, Yan Zhimeng appeared in front of him after a few leaps. His heart darkened and he struck her lower abdomen with his palm … What he wanted was not her life.
A strong gust of wind suddenly arrived. Yan Zhimeng had just turned around when she was hit. Her body flew out like a snowflake. A tearing pain came from her lower body. The pure white snow was dyed red.
"My child …" She felt as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer. In front of such a huge blow, tears flowed down her face. Her eyes became dizzy and she fainted in the snow.
Yan Ximing's handsome face finally revealed a twisted smile. Just as he was about to step forward, a vast and boundless cold pressure, like the pressure of Mt. Tai, came from above. Yan Ximing was shocked. He had only ever felt such a terrifying pressure from his own father. He immediately roared and a layer of fiery red Qi waves appeared on the surface of his body. He gathered all his strength and pushed his hands towards the sky.
However, after he attacked, the pressure suddenly disappeared. Yan Ximing felt as if he had gathered all his strength for a long time and had fiercely punched a ball of cotton. He felt an indescribable discomfort. And in front of him, a white-veiled woman with an enchanting figure suddenly appeared. She stood in the middle of the flying snow like a goddess of ice and snow. She was so pure and beautiful that it was suffocating. In the instant that Yan Ximing was lost in thought, the woman stretched out a snowy hand and waved it in the air.
Yan Ximing, who had just lost his strength and exposed his weakness, quickly gathered his strength and prepared to defend. However, there were still no Qi waves flying towards him. Instead, he felt his body become colder and colder … colder and colder...
Ka ka ka ka ka …
Without any warning, ice suddenly condensed on Yan Ximing's body. In the blink of an eye, it had become several meters thick. It firmly sealed him within. This kind of ice was not normal ice, but profound ice that had been imbued with a strong power of ice. Even Yan Ximing, who had the strength of a Heaven Realm, would not be able to break free in a short period of time.
The woman walked in front of the unconscious Yan Zhimeng and lovingly caressed her face. Then, she pressed a hand on her lower abdomen and faintly sighed: "A moment of carelessness, did I come too late …"
She waved both her hands at the same time and formed a thin layer of ice on the surface of Yan Zhimeng's body. Then, she carried her body and flew into the sky, disappearing into the boundless curtain of snow.
"Even if I have to exhaust everything, I will protect the only bloodline you left behind …"
Not long after she left, Yan Duanhun rushed out like a ghost with a serious expression, and then stopped beside the frozen Yan Ximing. It was also at this time that the thick layer of ice began to crack. Then, it suddenly exploded into pieces, turning into large and small pieces of ice that flew out. Yan Ximing, who had regained his freedom, panted heavily. Seeing his father beside him, he was first stunned, then said: "It's a woman … A very powerful woman, I don't even have the strength to fight back in front of her."
Yan Duanhun waved his hand and said with a frown: "I already know who she is. No wonder I always felt that this snow was a bit strange. "
"Snow … Could she be?"
"That's right, only the Snow Lady would have such a divine ability. This snow was clearly created by the Snow Lady, because in the heavy snow, her aura can merge with the flying snow. Not to mention you, even I wouldn't be able to detect her intrusion. Hmph, as expected of the Snow Lady, to actually be able to find this place. What makes me even more puzzled is that she went through so much trouble just to take her away! "Yan Duanhun's frown became tighter and tighter.
"Father, let's hurry and chase after her, even if she's the Snow Lady …"
"If the Snow Lady is given enough time to prepare for a snow, then she will be invincible. The Snow Lady is invincible in the snow, because every snowflake can instantly become her weapon. She didn't hurt you, which means that she doesn't want to offend us, the Northern Emperor Sect. We also don't need to provoke such an enemy. Since she wants to take that girl away, then let her be. Out of sight, out of mind! "After Yan Duanhun finished speaking, he expressionlessly turned around and returned. If it was someone else who came this time, even if it was another God level practitioner, he definitely wouldn't let off anyone who dared to trespass. But it just had to be the Snow Lady … In the faraway Cang Lan Extreme North, it was terrifyingly cold. Even if he, Yan Duanhun, went there, his strength would be greatly reduced due to the climate there. But the Snow Lady could reach the peak of her strength there. Even if the Northern Emperor Sect went there, they would have to pay a price if they wanted to provoke her. For a woman who let them down, it wasn't worth it!
Yan Ximing gritted his teeth unwillingly, and finally retreated.
Chapter 222: Abyss, Crazy Defense
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