Feng Ziyue ran like crazy. His original wound burst and his shoulders were covered in blood, but he didn't care at all. He just bit his lips desperately, and his mouth was full of the strong smell of blood.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he was reborn, he would encounter a life-and-death crisis!
Never let anything happen to Xueer again!
He ran desperately, with Xue'er's appearance in his mind. In fact, it had been more than thirty years since he had seen this sister, but he had not forgotten it at all. He would never forget the look of shock and fear in her eyes after she died.
It woke him up from nightmares on countless nights, reminding him that even the invincible sword god has an irreversible past.
But now, maybe this terrible history can be changed!
"Brother...brother..." Xue'er is a little follower. She has loved to follow Feng Ziyue since she was a child, drooling and calling her brother vaguely, acting as a little tail. She and her brother eat together.
They played together and slept together. When her brother was being bullied, she was the first to stand up and stand in front of him.
Xue'er's cute and rosy face like an apple is Feng Ziyue's best memory besides her mother's gentle smile.
Never allow it to be destroyed again!
Xue'er's body was cold and stiff, with no wounds on her body, but it was like ten thousand years of ice. Her tentacles were cold, and her skin was a crystal jade color, as if she had been poisoned by a strange poison. However, it was not until decades later that Fengzi
Yue also didn't know the real cause of her death.
He once suspected that his mother seemed to know something, but since his sister's death, his mother had been depressed, locked herself in the house, and rarely even talked to his son. Soon after, he also left the Feng family and waited until he had mastered his sword skills.
, when I returned to this place, I could no longer find any useful clues.
The day Xue'er was murdered was supposed to be the day when Feng's private school was teaching, but Xue'er sneaked out in the afternoon and disappeared afterwards. None of the classmates in the private school said they had seen her until Xue'er's body was found in the evening of that day.
Discover.
It was already late at this time, and she should have slipped out of the private school. Feng Ziyue didn't know where to look for her. The only thing he could do was to go to the woods in advance and wait.
Hope it's not too late!
If he can save his sister, it means that everything he knew in his previous life can be changed, and his rebirth this time will have meaning!
When passing through the corner of the forest path, Feng Ziyue suddenly stopped, his eyes cracked.
A piece of pink ribbon hangs among the thorns, fluttering in the wind.
"Snow!"
Feng Ziyue roared angrily. He was extremely familiar with this piece of clothing. In his last life, he had kept it for more than thirty years. It was only ten steps away from here to where Xueer's body was found.
No! Never!
Feng Ziyue's teeth were chattering. Ever since he became a master of swordsmanship, nothing could scare him so much. He was afraid that after bypassing the bushes in front of him, he would see that tragic scene again.
Rebirth is not about suffering again!
"let me go!"
At this moment, he heard Xue'er's sweet scolding voice. At that moment, Feng Ziyue's voice was like Feng Lun. If there were gods and Buddhas all over the sky, he really wanted to kneel down and pay homage.
But then the sound of tearing silk made him frightened and angry. He roared and jumped over.
The two people holding Xue'er did not expect that there was someone in the forest. They were startled, let go of their hands, and took a few steps back.
"brother!"
Two people.
"It turns out it's you!"
Feng Ziyue's blood surged. Of course he recognized these two people. They were the two brothers from a branch of the Feng family. They had always bullied them, and they were the most mean. Unexpectedly, Xue'er's accident was actually caused by them!
After Feng Ziyue left the Feng family that day, there was naturally no news about these two idlers. He actually let them escape death in his previous life, and when he thought about it, he let his steel teeth break.
"My sister is only nine years old, and you actually committed such a murderous attack! Feng Ziji, Feng Zixiang, accept your fate!"
His eyes turned blood red, and he was obviously furious.
"Slow down! Slow down!" Feng Ziji was the older brother of the two, the timid one. Seeing how angry he was, he was so frightened that he took two steps back, "We are just bringing sister Xue'er here to play, what?
Poison Hand, don’t talk nonsense!”
His younger brother Feng Zixiang was an unstinting master. He took a step forward and said, "Brother, what are you afraid of? This guy is just a silver pewter spear head. He is only at the second level of basic Xuan Qi. I
I can knock him down with one hand, but you can see me teaching him a lesson and making him still so arrogant!"
He smiled ferociously and pulled out a gleaming dagger from his waist, shaking it provocatively at Feng Ziyue, "Trash, if you have the guts, just come up! What can I do if I stab you? Ha! Brother, I'm sorry!
They just played with your sister, how dare you do anything? Speaking of which, although your sister is young, she is quite pretty, and she is indeed the son of that vixen of yours!"
According to Feng family rules, those under fifteen are not allowed to wear swords. Their children have never used weapons in fights, only rocks and sticks at most.
At this time, Feng Zixiang took out his dick. He was full of filthy words, thinking that Feng Ziyue would definitely be afraid to shrink back so that he could be humiliated again. Unexpectedly, Feng Ziyue was not afraid, and he laughed coldly in anger.
He raised his hand and broke off a thin branch from the tree next to him.
"brute!"
"You hurt me and humiliate me, that's fine, but if you hurt my sister even a hair, I will kill you!"
Feng Ziyue's voice was extremely cold. His eyes were still blood red at this moment, and he gently raised the branches to protect Xue'er behind him.
This body is extremely weak, and now it is even more damaged. The basic cultivation of Xuan Qi is only at the second level. The fit between the sword and the body has not gone through the hard work of the previous life. Now Feng Ziyue can exert the strength
, I’m afraid it’s not as good as one thousandth of the peak.
But even if he is one thousandth, he is still one thousandth the sword god!
The branch in his hand seemed to be alive again, it was his sword, and within the scope covered by his sword, it was his kingdom.
If Feng Ziyue was facing an expert with a little bit of foresight, and he saw the changes in this thin branch in his hands, he would definitely not take action easily.
It's a pity that Feng Ziji, Feng Zixiang and Feng Zixiang are just collateral children of the Feng family. They are also idlers. They can only bully the weak, so what knowledge do they have?
The younger brother swung the dagger, and the elder brother, who was a little timid just now, was also scared. When they saw that Feng Ziyue refused to give in, they were also furious. The two of them screamed together and ran towards Feng Ziyue.
"Pah! Pah!"
Hearing only two soft sounds, Feng Ziyue groaned, his feet softened, and he slowly sat down on the ground. The branch in his hand had been broken, but before it was broken, the tip of the branch had gracefully passed over the vital points of the two people.
.
Blood splatters!
Although it was just a weak branch, in his hand, it was like a sharp sword, easily slitting the throats of the two brothers, like slaughtering two weak chicks.
With a clang, the dagger fell to the ground. Feng Zixiang took a few steps back, his eyes bulged, and he looked at his brother collapsed in a pool of blood in disbelief. He covered his throat with his hands, and blood continued to flow from his fingers like spring water.
The ground is seeping out and it cannot be stopped.
His mouth was filled with laughter, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Feng Zixiang never expected that in one move, he and his brother would have their throats slit by this cousin who had always looked down on him and was only at the second level of Xuan Qi after practicing kung fu for four years.
And it’s still a dead branch that is fragile and easy to break!
This bastard, whom he had never looked down upon, actually became the God of Death!
Is the world crazy?
"you you……"
Feng Zixiang looked at Feng Ziyue in fear. When facing death, he peed his pants unsatisfactorily. A large area was wet under his crotch, exuding a stench. Then he fell to the ground and died.
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Xueer exclaimed, hid behind Feng Ziyue, squatted down and grabbed the corner of his clothes, closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look anymore.
Feng Ziyue took a long breath, dropped the broken branch in his hand, looked pale, turned around, hugged Xue'er, and softly comforted her.
At this time, another person suddenly came out from behind the bushes. He was shocked when he saw the dead faces of the two people. Feng Ziyue also recognized him. This person was the doctor invited back by the Feng family in recent years. This person was very important to them.
The three of them, mother and son, were very friendly. I don't know why they were passing by each other in the forest at this time.
The doctor stepped forward, checked the pulses of the two brothers, shook his head, and looked up at Feng Ziyue, with a look of extreme astonishment on his face.
"What...what's going on?"
Feng Ziyue patted Xue'er on the back and nodded calmly, "Doctor Qin, yes, I killed someone!"