This scene is really shocking, just like Feng Feiyun saw the imprisoned Young Master Wu Xia in the coffin, but Young Master Wu Xia is still alive, while Beimingtang is too dead to die.
Feng Feiyun's stomach felt a little sour, reaching the edge of his throat.
The eyes were gouged out, the tongue was cut out, nails were driven into both ears, the nose was smashed, and the heart was dug out and dropped to the ground with pus and blood flowing. This kind of inhumane killing method is definitely not something ordinary people can do.
out.
It must have been very painful when he died. Feng Feiyun could see that all the blood vessels in his body were tense. This kind of pain was simply more cruel than being stabbed by someone.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me..." Nangong Hongyan was trembling and curled up there. Her flawless white clothes were still stained with blood. It was obvious that she was beside him when Beimingtang died, and the blood was splashed all over her body.
It was all over her body, which frightened her greatly.
"Hongyan, Hongyan, it's me, Feng Feiyun." Feng Feiyun felt a little regretful. This was a feeling from the bottom of his heart, and he was infected by her emotions.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me..." Nangong Hongyan closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembling, and kept shaking her head.
"I am Feng Feiyun, who killed Beimingtang?" Feng Feiyun knelt down, gently stretched out a hand, and touched her shoulder, trying to comfort her, she
Her delicate body trembled violently, she let out a scream, and began to cry so sadly.
You can clearly see tears flowing from the corners of her eyes, like pear blossoms with rain, fragile and pitiful.
"Master Feng, you are finally here, you are finally here, I am so scared, so scared..." Nangong Hongyan opened a pair of beautiful tearful eyes, and threw her fragile and gentle body into Feng Feiyun's arms.
, hugging him tightly, like a drowning person grasping the last straw to save his life.
"I'm so scared... I'm so scared that he will kill me... He is so cruel, he is the devil, and his method of killing... Wuwu..." Nangong Hongyan hugged Feng Feiyun tightly and buried her head in the
She fell into his thick chest, still trembling and speaking incoherently. This fright was like a nightmare that could not be erased from her mind.
In Feng Feiyun's two lives, this was the second time a girl took the initiative to throw herself into his arms. The first time was Shui Yueting. When Shui Yueting threw herself into his arms, he felt
When I felt my heartbeat for the first time, I was at a loss.
When Nangong Hongyan threw herself into his arms, his heart beat faster again and he was equally at a loss.
"I promise you, as long as I am here, no one in this world dares to touch a hair on your face. If anyone does, he will die." Feng Feiyun hesitated, then stretched out his hand and gently hugged her.
Stopping, one hand gently pressed on the hair on her head.
Nangong Hongyan's tears seemed to be able to melt the hardest ice in the world. Under her tears, even a murderous butcher would lay down his butcher knife for it.
Even a man who hates women will change because of her.
"I'm still afraid. Men's words usually lie to girls..." Nangong Hongyan nestled in Feng Feiyun's arms, like a docile kitten. She gradually stopped crying, and her extremely beautiful face looked at Feng Feiyun.
Yun rubbed her arms gently, and a pair of jade lotus-like arms hugged Feng Feiyun tightly, saying softly: "Do you dare to swear?"
Her voice is so touching, and her arms are like the flowing water in March, completely melting Feng Feiyun.
Another graceful figure appeared in Feng Feiyun's mind, but it only flashed through his mind, and he said: "If you believe in a man's oath..."
"I believe you!" Nangong Hongyan rested her head on Feng Feiyun's broad chest and closed her eyes beautifully. At this moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of security. What she was saying on her lips was as if she was talking in her sleep.
Unclear.
Feng Feiyun has never been so hesitant before. This kind of hesitation is unprecedented because he doesn't know what he is afraid of. He only feels that there is a crisis slowly approaching, just like the panic atmosphere before the disaster.
, cannot be seen or touched, but it is real and makes people fear from the bottom of their hearts.
"I swear, as long as I am here, no one in this world dares to touch a hair on your head. If anyone does, they will die." Feng Feiyun said.
"I remember!" Nangong Hongyan still closed her beautiful eyes peacefully and snuggled quietly on Feng Feiyun's chest. She seemed to have fallen asleep, as if she was talking in her sleep again.
Among the ancient cars, there was a bloody corpse hanging on the wall, still dripping blood, making a "tick" sound on the ground, while the other corner was quiet and beautiful. The two people were hugging each other gently, and one could hear
The sound of the other person's breathing and heartbeat, this feeling... I haven't felt it for a long time, it's so good.
I don't know how much time passed before Nangong Hongyan faintly woke up, but she still snuggled in Feng Feiyun's arms and said softly: "It's the master, he killed Beimingtang. I saw Beimingtang die with my own eyes."
I fell into his hands, and the blood dyed my eyes red. I thought I would die in his hands, but he just glared at me. When I saw that look in his eyes, I was really scared... It was really good.
Fear……"
As she spoke, two more lines of clear tears hung on her eyes, crystal clear and sad.
"I guess it's him too."
This cruel method is exactly the same as what Young Master Wu Xia suffered. Except for the mysterious master, no one else is so cruel.
Suddenly, Feng Feiyun raised his brows and moved his ears. He heard the sound of air flowing from outside. Although it was very faint, it could not escape his ears.
"Who is it?" Feng Feiyun comforted Nangong Hongyan, then walked out of the ancient car and stared into the night.
Whoosh!
A figure fell from the sky and landed on the ancient car. This was a faceless person. No, it was not that he had no face, but his face was so dark that he looked like the bottom of a pot.
In the pitch-black night, you really couldn't see his face, but when he smiled, you could see two rows of white teeth.
"Haha! Feng, Brother Feng, I've been looking for you for a long time, and finally found you here." Bi Ning walked over with a handsome smile, his dark face as if he had just crawled out of the mine, and he rushed forward with his head straight.
The man with short hair, carefree and unceremonious walked over.
It was as if he knew Feng Feiyun very well, and his laughter was simply unflattering.
"Who are you?" Feng Feiyun also smiled, but secretly became wary.
"I, I am Bi Ningshuai, a romantic young talent from the Shentong Tower, the number one master on the "Hundred Towers List"." Bi Ningshuai was still smiling, and gently rubbed his hands, which were darker than his face, and rubbed himself.
I think smiling is quite friendly.
If he hadn't been threatened by Princess Luofu, he would have run away long ago. How could he dare to provoke Feng Feiyun? After all, Dongfang Mu's fate just now was obvious to all.
At this moment, I can only bite the bullet and go ahead.
Feng Feiyun said: "Are you the number one expert in the Hundred Towers Ranking?"
"Ahem, listen to what I have to say. The number one master on the "Hundred Towers List" once had a pleasant journey with me. That's it. That's it. Hehe." Naturally, Bi Ningshuai would not tell Feng Fei.
Yun, he once poached the thousand-year-old spirit flower cultivated by the number one master in the "Hundred Pagodas Ranking" and was hunted for nine days and nine nights. He ran 37,000 miles and almost ran away naked.
"Your Majesty, what is this?" Feng Feiyun always felt that something was wrong with the eyes of this black-faced young man who suddenly appeared. He was always glancing at the Miaogui finger on his thumb. His eyes looked like he had just been released from prison.
The evil man saw a beautiful girl.
"I...I...Master, please accept me!" Bi Ningshuai suddenly threw himself to the ground, hugged Feng Feiyun's legs, and burst into tears, spitting and spitting.
Tears were wiped all over Feng Feiyun's thighs, and he cried out with sobs: "Master Feng, I have been worshiping you for a long time. You have been my role model and my idol since I was a child. You have been my idol since I was still in my mother's womb."
I swore that when I grow up, I will be an upright man like you, an upright man who saves lives and heals the wounded, does chivalry and acts of justice, and commits crimes... Bah, bah, please accept me as your disciple and teach me the magic of all demons and demons."
There were black lines on Feng Feiyun's forehead. The bastard actually pulled up his pants to wipe away his tears, which made Feng Feiyun's pants legs wet. He really wanted to kick him out.
Where did this coward come from?
"I'm not even fifteen yet." Feng Feiyun coughed twice.
Bi Ningshuai stopped crying, paused, and cried even louder, like the sound of killing a pig: "Master Feng, please accept my knee and teach me a magic trick that can restore youth to youth!"
Feng Feiyun's fists were already clenched, and he wanted to hit someone. This guy was more ruthless than him and very difficult to deal with. Knocking him out with one fist was the best way to solve the problem.
Just when Feng Feiyun grinned and was about to hit someone, Bi Ningshuai, who was sitting on the ground, stopped crying and stood up as if nothing happened. He patted the dust on his body and said, "Brother Feng, what's going on behind the scenes?"
The meeting will be indefinite, so I’ll say goodbye.”
After saying this, Bi Ningshuai soared into the night and disappeared into the darkness.
One moment I was crying heartbrokenly, and the next moment there was nothing wrong with me.
It was inexplicable to arrive, and it was even more inexplicable to leave.
Feng Feiyun was also a little puzzled. Looking at the deep night, he was wondering about the origin of this black-faced boy.
Suddenly, Feng Feiyun's face changed drastically. The Miaogui finger that was originally on his thumb had disappeared at some point. There was nothing on his thumb.
This is a spiritual weapon, and it has a close connection with Feng Feiyun like a master and a servant. Even a Juqing-level monk cannot completely ignore it if he wants to take the Miao Ghost Ring from his hand.
It must have been the black-faced boy who passed by just now.
"I'll choke you!" Feng Feiyun yelled, holding a giant white stone knife, and chased him into the night sky, while running his consciousness, trying to get in touch with Miao Gui.
As long as Miao Gui doesn't leave his range of a thousand miles, he can summon him back.
But after Feng Feiyun's spiritual consciousness unfolded, Miao Gui pulled his fingers but showed no reaction at all. He was forcibly cut off from contact and sealed the spirit of the spiritual weapon.
"Help! He's killing people! Help! The son of the demon is crazy and wants to kill people! Who will take care of him!" Bi Ningshuai ran in front, crying constantly, as if Feng Feiyun wanted to rape him.
, grabbed the road and fled, leaving behind a trail of smoke and dust.