Chapter 631:

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His accent is a bit strange, as if deliberately low.
Feng Zhi frowned slightly-Ning Yi chose such a tough way to protect Xin Ziyan? This does not seem to be his style.
She smiled slightly and said, "Is it..."
There was still a long sound, and the voice did not fall. She moved around and Huo Ran twisted her waist!
"Keng!"
A black blade of light suddenly shot out from a strange angle under her threat. Like a black meteor, the uncondensed blood on the ground was stirred up by the blade of this knife, and the bright red peach fan spread out. The fan's face was just so fascinating, and the black knife light of "Wow" had already passed through the hall like a snake and split into the sternum of the other party!
Puffing blood blew all over the screen, like mountains and rivers!
With a click, the knife seemed to be ejected by the spring. It was twisted and drilled from the sternal bone of the brown man in an instant. The broken screen and the mountains and rivers shot straight into it, and it shot after the screen.
There was a dull and dull sound, the sound of someone falling heavily behind the screen, after a while, there was thick blood, and the sticky self-dumping screen flowed out.
Feng Zhiwei knelt in front of the hall, his black hair was scattered, covered with blood, leaning on his three knives, looking at his own, the fourth knife!
The winter cold wind blew up Xue Mo and Xue Mo, her eyes were as cold as snow, and the tip of the black hair froze with blood beads.
Up and down the hall, dozens of dead bodies, she held the knife alone, went all the way, and killed one person in ten steps.
Silence on all sides, so quiet to hear the sound of blood clotting.
With a loud noise in the silence, Feng Zhiwei abandoned the knife to the ground and laughed.
Tears out of laughter.
Helian!
I will revenge for you with your favorite way!
The wind is cold in winter, and the blood flowing out of the screen has condensed.
Feng Zhi stared at the collapsed screen slightly, where only one side of the light-colored clothing corner was exposed, infecting the pool of blood.
Heavy guards, from the door to the room, the fourth knife she concealed finally killed Xin Ziyan, I don't know why, but there was no intention in her heart.
After a while she stepped forward to bypass the screen.
The person behind the screen lay on her side with her back to her side, her elbows bent over her face, her long hair spread and her face could not be seen.
Feng Zhi walked slowly, crouched down, and lifted Xin Ziyan's elbow.
The opponent's hands overlapped and bent in front of his face. A crippled posture of a severely wounded person. To see the opponent's face, he had to stretch his hands between the curved arms.
Feng Zhiwei extended his fingers.
Fingers are about to touch each other's elbows.
The curved elbows suddenly flicked and pressed her wrist between her arms like lightning. Feng Zhi's slightly empty hand immediately lifted up, the other party was faster, and the other hand flicked like a wind-winding piano. , Flashes of light, already seemingly soft as clouds, but actually hard as iron, holding her wrist.
This man's shot was too fast to describe. Almost Feng Zhiwei's fingers had just been passed over. He had already restrained Feng Zhiwei's key points, while Zong Chen and Feng Zhiwei's guards were still three feet away, and could not be rescued at all.
Everything happened between the flashlights and the dust settled in the blink of an eye.
After the screen, in front of the pool of blood, the two people lying down and squatting were condensed and looked at each other without blinking.
His fingers dangled her wrist, as long as she vomited inwardly, her whole body was destroyed by meridians, and she would become a waste if she didn't die.
Her fingers were pressed against his eyes. As long as he sent them forward, his eyes would be blind, and he could pierce his forehead further.
But it's just a trick to fight each other, each palm of life and death.
Zong Chen had stepped forward just now, and when he saw this scene, he stopped, sighed, and exited the screen.
Blowing in with a wind, her hair on her forehead was blown down and intertwined with his hair.
As entangled in this life.
Liang Jiufeng Zhiwei sighed softly.
"Your Highness..." She half-kneeled and looked at him without blinking. Her fingers were not hesitant. "What about Xin Ziyan?"
Ning Yi held her wrists, leaning against the thin wall behind the screen, and said lightly: "I am here, aren't you satisfied?"
"His Highness is to trade his life for the head of Xin Yuan?" Feng Zhiwei smiled unsmilingly and shook his head disapprovingly.
No matter what she said or what she did, none of the fingers pressed on Ning Yi's eyes fluttered, nor did Ning Yi.
"I had hoped to take your life for Mr. Xin's life." Ning Yi smiled, "but your vigilance and response have never been so impeccable."
Feng Zhiwei also smiled, and Ning Yi did know her well enough, knowing that she had revenge for Helian, and she must take action in person. Knowing this way of attacking, she would be tired and slow to react. He waited in person after the screen, and waited for and She bargained.
"Now Your Highness can't threaten my life and let me let go of Xin Zi Yan." Feng Zhiwei gently pushed his finger forward, "or His Royal Highness can try to die with me, then Mr. Xin will be saved. Now."
Ning Yi was not afraid, and smiled lowly, saying, "Yes."
Then he suddenly let go and released Feng Zhiwei's wrist.
Feng Zhi was stunned.
"If I can kill you, why should I wait until now?" Ning Yi let go of her lightly and closed her eyes. "Mr. Xin has been transferred by me. I'll stay here waiting for you. I have debts and claims. Mr. Xin owes you, In the end, it’s all for me. If so, why not clean up once?"
He leaned back with a smile and closed his eyes with his eyebrows closed. He actually looked like you were about to start.
Feng Zhiwei's fingers pressed against his eyes.
As long as you give it away lightly, all kinds of grudges and embarrassment will seem to be over.
Eyes under the finger tremble slightly due to the pressure, the skin touched is soft, eyes... eyes...
"From now on, let me be your eyes."
A word like a hurricane suddenly hit my mind.
The sixteen-year-old the cliff of Jiyang Mountain raised her face and looked warm and sincere.
Blind and wounded, chasing and killing together, the journey that was carried by that year, light and shadow came back in an instant.
Feng Zhiwei's fingers trembled.