Chapter 868: Feng Yu and Wu Zhong are one person

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An Qi Niang did not get an immediate reply, and the back turned slowly.
There was no light, but there was no hindrance to An Qi Niang to see the face of the man in front of him.
What kind of face is that, cold and deep, under the eyebrows, a pair of phoenixes that are not shocked, slightly rising.
The thin lips are like a knife, revealing a chill, even if it is dark, it can't hide it, and he is full of domineering and swaying.
It was a man who made the soul shudder at a glance.
At this moment, the man is looking at An Qi Niang, the man's hand, with a creepy look.
An Qi Niang looked at it, it was a pair of enchanting flowers.
The flower, the bright color, the golden flower body, is as dazzling as the scorching sun, burning the eyes of An Qi Niang, the flower, which is more beautiful than any kind of flower she has ever seen.
Such a flower, such a man, met in such a night, An Qi Niang only felt the chill in her heart.
"Who are you?"
An Qi Niang did not realize that her voice was slightly trembling.
That is a no-brainer, the fear of the lower person.
"The person who hurt me, I still want to retire, you said, how do you die?"
In the dark night, the man smiled and said, the voice, such as the poisonous snake that spit the letter, let people from the skin, has been cold to the bones.
At the moment when his voice fell, the flower of the flower in his hand turned red and blood red.
An Qi Niang is not known, she just wanted to shoot.
Only heard a "squeaky" sound, her eardrum vibrates.
A few shadows passed by her eyes, like a hurricane that was rolled up in the face. An Qi Niang only felt that her body was like a fallen leaf and flew up.
The ear is the whistling of the whirring, the voice, the sword wind or the suffocating, she has no way to distinguish.
Her throat rolled and she wanted to make a sound, but when she tried to make a sound, the smell of the body could not be spit out.
Eight swiftly fierce swords stabbed her limbs, body and head and nailed her to the wall.
An Qi Niang’s eyeballs gradually disappeared and turned into a dead gray.
The answer is ticking, that is the sound of blood falling.
"It is a pity that the monk of Nan Wushan is not there. Otherwise, he can give you a curse."
Wu Zhong coldly snorted.
An Qi Niang, she should have died long ago.
Unfortunately, the appearance of South Kowloon allowed her to live an extra hour.
Packed up the An Qi Niang, the mixed Yuan Zong and the Yao Yu Xian Yu, those embers, should also be cleaned up.
Wu Zhongyi has a sleeve and is trying to chase Chen Mu and the elders.
Step on -
A rush of footsteps accompanied by the sound of the clothes blowing, came from the courtyard.
This inn, where the elders grew up, was the largest inn in the city. For the sake of convenience, the elders and grand elders had a separate courtyard.
On weekdays, the people in the inn did not dare to rush in.
Could it be said that Chen Mu’s gang went back and returned?
This is also good, the province he ran a little more.
Wu Shou's sleeves moved, five fingers turned, and the figure was like a ghostly deception to the closed door.
As soon as the person outside the door came in, he could shatter his head with a palm.
Just in the hands of Wu Zhong, when the distance is only a few inches away from the door.
He heard a short breath, and there was a faint scent that he could not familiar with, which spread out in the night and a thick smell in the courtyard.
When Wu’s eyebrows jumped, the heart seemed to be stopped by what was in the middle.
He squatted.
Just as the courtyard door was pushed open, Wu Zhong was hiding behind a pillar.
The door slammed open.
Outside the door, Ye Lingyue gasped, and the dark tweezers fixedly looked at the dark courtyard.
Her cockroaches shook and saw the body of An Qi Niang on the wall.
The blood of An Qi Niang is still not cold, and it has been glued to the ground.
The eight heavenly scorpions, like eight pillars, nailed An Qi Niang to the wall, and the blood splashed over the wall.
Her eyes were highlighted and she died.
died.
Ye Lingyue swallowed his throat vigorously and looked at the courtyard.
The door was open. On the way she came, she saw Chen Mu and the elders who had left the city.
The man killed An Qi Niang shortly after they left.
Wu Zhong... is a slaying.
Eight Scorpio from the secret of Taiyi, still there.
Just now, just as she was about to open the door, she clearly felt a violent murder.
At that moment, she hesitated briefly.
At the moment when she hesitated, the murder was like a dyke, and it quickly collapsed and there was no trace.
In the ear, I heard a shallow breath.
Ye Lingyue’s line of sight moved to a pillar.
She struggled to move and walked step by step to the pillar.
After the pillar, the heavy body of the witch is stiff and terrible.
He has heard the familiar breathing sound, getting closer and closer.
In this life, Wu Zhong is not as nervous as this night.
He didn't even dare to take his golden face, because he was wearing phoenix clothes.
How did he explain to Ye Lingyue that he wore a ghost face, dressed in phoenix clothes, and killed An Qi Niang, who was a half-step god.
She finally has to know.
Wu is the phoenix, and the phoenix is ​​the sorcerer... What does it happen after she knows it?
One is the phoenix she loves, the other is the witch she hates.
The two men are alone.
Wu Zhong leaned on the pillar and his heart sank a little.
She will be angry, will turn around and leave, and will never ignore him.
Just in the case of Wu Zhongbai's thousands of turns, Ye Lingyue's footsteps stopped and stopped.
She suddenly turned her head and ran out of the courtyard.
Wu was a soft body and sat on the ground against the pillars.
He smiled and walked out.
In the courtyard, An Qi Niang’s body was still there, Wu Zhong waved her hand, and eight Tianzhu were taken back by him.
The moonlight of the courtyard was cold, and Ye Lingyue’s rushed into the office, disrupting Wu’s plan. He sank down and did not chase Chen Mu and others, but immediately rushed back to the inn.
Ye Lingyue ran out of the inn together.
In my mind, I have been echoing the scene of the talent.
Although she did not see who was behind the pillar, she saw a familiar dress.
It was Feng Xi’s clothes, and he wore that piece of clothing during the day.
Ye Lingyue’s brain is in chaos.
There is an answer, screaming in her head.
"No, no, how can Fengqi be..." Ye Lingyue shook his head sharply, as if to drive out the increasingly deep-rooted thoughts in his mind.
But there was a voice in her heart, and she kept saying it over and over again.
"In fact, you have long suspected, why bother to deceive yourself."
The two voices of the brain and the heart are completely different, and the battle between heaven and man is carried out. After standing for half an hour, Ye Lingyue is a little calmer.
She walked back to the inn where she stayed, and just walked to the vicinity of the inn, she saw a familiar figure, lying there.