The voice of the woman in black is delicate and soft, obviously specially squeezed out of the softness, and she can't hear the original taste, but where would a man who is so drunk that he can't think about it?

This will, I just can't wait for her little hand to hurry up and continue to see his "power".

"The fame of this son is well-known in the entire imperial city, if you don't believe it, the girl can try it. Feng Minghua said, and couldn't help but straighten his waist.

Call...... The wound on the buttocks really hurts!

"Heh......" The woman smiled lightly again, her little hand really moved down her head, and between her fingers, I don't know when there were a few more bright silver needles.

Just when Feng Minghua's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he couldn't wait to start pulling the black veil on her face, ready to take a look at her face, a heart-rending pain suddenly came from under him.

"Ah......h

In the quiet of midnight, a terrible wail sounded, shaking the entire night sky.

Feng Minghua fell to the ground, his hands covering the injured place where he had fallen, and he couldn't say anything except wailing.

The scarlet blood kept spilling out, and he couldn't hold it no matter how much he could.

By the time the officers and soldiers patrolling nearby arrived, they had already fainted, but the blood under their crotch continued without stopping for half a minute.

"It's hopeless. After an officer and soldier examined him, he immediately shook his head, and even his face changed: "It's so ruthless, this life is over." ”

"It seems to be the son of the Wind Mansion. The other person also squatted down and looked at it for a moment before saying, "It's really the son of the Feng family, should you report it or send it back?"

The two discussed for a while, and finally decided to send it back first, as for whether to report to the official or not, it is better for the people of their Feng family to decide by themselves, they are just a passerby, and the matter has nothing to do with them.

Injured like this, this life is really ruined, no matter how you say this kind of thing, it is also related to reputation, the Feng family is still a relative of Concubine Yi's mother's family, and it will not be wrong to return the matter to them to deal with it themselves.

In this way, Feng Minghua, who was completely inhumane from then on, was sent back to the Feng Mansion by the two.

As for the woman in black who had been sitting on it, she saw that the person had walked away, and then she jumped down from the trunk of the tree, her thin lips hooked, and in the moonlight, a pair of watery eyes flashed indifferently.

Just as she was about to leave, suddenly her eyebrows frowned, and Huo Di turned to look at the quiet night sky: "Come out." ”

It was still a quiet night, and suddenly there was a sound of a slight air current, a dull and hoarse voice, as if from hell, evil and cold: "The alertness is good, and I can actually sense the existence of this seat." ”

The tall man dressed in black and with a silver ghost face appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye.

Her intuition was all based on her intuition that had been trained for many years, but she didn't know exactly where he was hiding just now, but the man's arrival was completely unexpected by her.

His body was too fast, as if silent, and as vast as the sea, and for a moment, she couldn't tell which kind of breath his breath belonged to.

But no matter which one it is, one thing is certain, a hundred of them are not his opponents.

The ghost-faced man approached, and the faint scent of sandalwood hit, which was not strong, nor did it make people feel disgusted, but he was very disgusted by him, and she hated the feeling of being peeped at.

What she did just now, this man must have seen it all.

"Calm and wise, not surprised, although the palms are full of cold sweat, the face is still calm. The ghost-faced man stopped ten steps away from her, and the good-looking starry eyes behind the mask stared at her for a moment, with a playful smile in his eyes: "Are you still the same Murong Qiqi from the past?"

Qiqi didn't speak, casually picked up the silk handkerchief he used to wipe the blood just now, and wiped the cold sweat off his palm.

was seen through by the other party's nervousness, but he really became calm.

There have always been people who want to kill her, it's not that she doesn't know, but although the man in front of her is weird and evil, he doesn't have the slightest killing intent towards her, he is not the one who pushed him off the cliff that day, and he has no intention of killing her, so he is at ease.

"It's late at night. She said suddenly, looking up at the sky, "Your Excellency's purpose is better to make it clear earlier, even if Your Excellency is a night owl and is used to not sleeping at night and going out to do things like stealing chickens and dogs, shouldn't you also consider that I am still a woman from a good family and am not used to going to bed late?"

"Heh......" he smiled mutely, his gaze unconsciously falling on her little hand.

Just now, it was this little hand that ruined Feng Minghua's life, and every needle hit the point, not a knife, but more terrible than a knife......

When I think of what I just saw, I really feel a little ...... Hurt.

In the blink of an eye, a man was ruined, and he didn't even blink an eye in the whole process, can this woman still be called a woman of a good family? She depreciates herself too much.

"Do you want to know what happened that night?" Trying to shake off those uncomfortable images, he still smiled, turned around and walked to the other side of the avenue: "If you want to know, just follow." ”

Steady pace, evil figure, Lang Lang breeze blowing, a few strands of green silk behind the mask, although he can't see a face clearly, but he is still indescribably handsome and charming.

The woman behind him didn't follow, his thin lips raised lightly, ignoring it.

Give her enough time to think about it, her reputation is at stake, and it's impossible for her not to keep up.

So he continued to walk, but the pace became slower and slower, almost a little hesitant.

It's been half a pillar of incense, and the woman still hasn't followed!

Could it be that he overestimated her too much, he walked too fast, and the stupid woman couldn't keep up?

Inadvertently, the pace slowed down a little, but, after half a pillar of incense, there was still no movement behind him.

He raised his eyebrows coldly, Huo Di turned around, where was Murong Qiqi's figure on the empty avenue?

****** face that has not changed its moist and evil face finally has a crack that has not been seen for so many years.

The damned woman, who had no interest in what he had to say, left on her own! And he, like a fool, had waited so long!

It's clear that he wasn't being tricked, after all, people just ignored him, but he clearly felt that he was being tricked, and this feeling was even more uncomfortable than eating flies......

However, this woman ......

The eyes of the stars dyed with anger gradually regained their calmness, and even revealed a hint of joy.

Murong Qiqi, huh...... It's getting more and more interesting.

Tonight, let you, a woman of a good family, go back and get a good night's sleep, and soon, we will meet again......

Picking up the steps back, he had just taken two steps before suddenly his steps were retracted, and without a sound, he floated lightly on the treetops.

On the roof in front of him, a black coat swayed in the wind, and under the cold silver mask, a pair of eagle eyes were staring at him.

Tonight, it seems to be particularly peaceful......

"It seems that the seventh princess is not small, and even Shura is beating her idea even night. The voice waited for the mellow internal force, combined with the breeze, which seemed to be soft, but in an instant, it was like a sharp blade attacking the other party.

The silver-faced man did not move at all, and the blade-like evening breeze swept silently beside him, like a stone thrown into the sea, unable to stir up the slightest ripple.

The ghost-faced man's pupils jumped, and he suddenly jumped up, without any change, and the most prosaic move attacked the other party.

"Night Shura has been rampant in the Zichuan Continent for so many years, and no one has ever seen your true face, tonight, let this seat take off your mask and see who Night Shura is. ”

The sound arrived, and the soft five fingers had come to the side of the night Shura.

Ye Shura's footsteps were wrong, his body was like a ghost, and he retreated out of thin air: "Since the third prince has come to the Chu State, why hasn't he shown his true face all the time, could it be that there is some conspiracy brewing?"

"If you have the ability, you can find out for yourself. ”

As soon as he raised his hand, the palm wind howled, and he attacked the night Shura head-on.

Although Night Shura's face was calm, he was not careless, he just retreated all the way, only defending and not attacking, and he didn't seem to have any intention of fighting.

A gust of wind hit the ground, and the slender figure of Night Shura jumped up, and waved his big palm, this time he actually met his palm wind head-on.

But the ghost-faced man knew that he wasn't slapping him at all.

Sure enough, when the two palm winds collided together, with the release of the other party's palm wind, Night Shura's figure quickly receded, and in the blink of an eye, it had disappeared into the night.

The ghost-faced man known as the "Three Princes" landed on his toes on a thin branch, looking at the rapidly recovering night sky, and a pair of wolf-like eyes flashed a little fiercely in the night.

Night Shura came here tonight, not for him, so what is he for......? For Murong Qiqi?

But, how could a mere Murong Qiqi have anything to do with a character like Night Shura?

Or is it that under the other identity of Night Shura, he and Murong Qiqi know each other, and they have a great relationship?

For so many years, everyone has been investigating the identity of Night Shura, but none of them have succeeded, this time, will Murong Qiqi be the key?

The oblique phoenix eyes were slightly curved, and the corners of his lips overflowed with a playful aura.

Things seem to be getting more and more fun.

After Qiqi returned to the dust-free pavilion, he quickly slipped through the window and entered the bedroom.

After changing into a nighttime robe and stuffing it into the dark pavilion at the bottom of the wardrobe, she returned to the screen and washed her little hands and a dusty face as she walked outside in the cold bath.

She has a habit of not liking the room to be too lively after bathing, so the bath soup is only cleaned up by Cui'er the next morning.

When she returned to her room, she didn't light any candles and lay down on the bed.

There was so much going on tonight that it's not that I can't accept it, but I'm really tired.

As for the ghost-faced man, she wasn't interested, and she didn't really want to know what happened that night, but it felt really bad to be manipulated.

She is not his opponent, and the only end of following him is to be manipulated by him.

She's not that stupid, and instead of doing such a dangerous and unflattering thing, it's better to go back to the Dustless Pavilion to sleep.

Anyway, that man's martial arts are so powerful, if he wants to find her, he can find her at any time, she really can't grasp the future, in this case, it is better to live her day first.

She still has a lot of things to do, and she doesn't know when this little life will fall into the hands of others, but before it falls, she will live her every day.

With this mentality, not long after lying down, she fell into a deep sleep because of tiredness.