Taking a deep breath, Feng Weitong calmed down her somewhat agitated mind.

At the bottom of her autumn watery eyes, a touch of intoxication quietly flashed.

"The wealthy family can be wiped out with a snap of a finger, but my martial ancestor Lin Dong will last forever!"

Thinking of this sentence, Feng Weitong's mind was a little calm just now, and she immediately set off a stormy wave.

The intoxication in her eyes was about to overflow.

"This sentence, among the countless martial artists in Hidden Dragon City for thousands of years, only Martial Ancestor Lin Dong is qualified to say such a sentence!"

This is also a sentence that countless martial artists in Hidden Dragon City want to say, but they dare not say it. ”

"Martial Dao, in Hidden Dragon City, it has been suppressed by the family for thousands of years, and finally at this time, there is such a magnificent figure as Wu Zulin Dong!"

As if thinking of something, the look on Feng Weitong's face stiffened.

The intoxication on his cheeks dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Instead, all over Feng Weitong's cheeks was a look of gritted teeth and resentment.

Even, in her body, a sudden burst of murderous intent.

Immediately, a cold voice came out from between Feng Weitong's teeth, word by word:

"If only I could have the strength of Wu Zu Lindong, I must kill Chu Jiang, the waste young master of the Chu family!"

Feng Weitong has always kept it in mind all these years as Chu Jiang drugged, obsessed, and drugged her in her wine, intending to do some bad things to her.

She really wanted to kill Chu Jiang with a knife.

However, Feng Weitong also knew that once she really did this, then the Chu family would inevitably retaliate frantically.

When the time comes, face the Chu family, the top family in Hidden Dragon City.

Her Feng family does not have such a strong character as Wu Zulin Dong, so the only thing waiting for the end of their Feng family is to be destroyed by the Chu family.

She, Feng Weitong, is not afraid of death, but she doesn't want to implicate the entire Feng family because of her.

So, she can only endure it!

"Alas!"

Feng Weitong sighed depressedly, feeling bitter in her heart, shook her head, left the gate of the martial arts hall, turned her steps, and walked in the direction of Feng's mansion.

The martial arts hall opened by the Feng family is not far from the Feng Mansion, and it takes about two sticks of incense to get there.

Moreover, Feng Weitong also knew that there was a path.

If she walked this path, she would only need a stick of incense to return to the Feng Mansion.

Feng Weitong walked on this path called Mud Bottle Alley.

At this moment, the inside of Mud Bottle Lane is gray, and the number of lanterns lit on both sides of the street is not much, which can only faintly illuminate the outline of this Mud Bottle Lane.

"Huh, why is there a guy squatting there?"

Feng Weitong, who was walking quickly in the mud bottle alley, glanced at a corner of the mud bottle alley inadvertently with a cold gaze.

Suddenly, a vague figure in the corner of the wall met Feng Weitong's eyes.

"A child?"

Feng Weitong's footsteps paused suddenly, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her eyes looked up and down at the figure in the corner.

It was a petite little boy.

At the moment, he was huddled in the corner.

A low whimper, coming from the little boy's mouth, echoed through the mud bottle alley.

"Whew!"

Seeing that it was a crying little boy, Feng Weitong secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

The palm of the hand, which was originally pressed on the handle of the knife and ready to draw the knife at any time, was slowly released at this time.

After a slight hesitation, Feng Weitong took a step and walked towards the little boy who was huddled in the corner.

"Kids, don't move around at night, go home quickly. ”

Approaching the corner of the wall, looking at the little boy curled up and sobbing constantly, Feng Weitong said softly.

"Sister, can you lend me something?"

As soon as Feng Weitong's words fell, the little boy's crying stopped abruptly.

Immediately, a slightly immature voice came out of his mouth.

"What do you want to borrow?"

Hearing the little boy's words, Feng Weitong was slightly stunned.

"I want to borrow my sister's nose. ”

There was a very obvious excitement in the young boy's young voice.

"Hmm, borrow my nose, how do you borrow it?"

Feng Weitong could hear every word of the little boy's words clearly, but for a while, she didn't understand what it meant.

What is it called borrowing your nose?

Nose still borrowed?

How to borrow this nose?

Just when Feng Weitong couldn't help but be a little stunned, the little boy curled up in the corner in front of her slowly stood up straight.

Then, slowly, he turned his body around.

With the help of the hazy and sparse moonlight, and the dim candlelight of the lanterns lining the streets.

The appearance of this little boy instantly fell into Feng Weitong's sight.

"Ahh

The little boy who showed his appearance made Feng Weitong, who had been staring at him closely, and his dark pupils contracted fiercely at this moment.

Feng Weitong couldn't help but scream in surprise.

Then, frightened, Feng Weitong's figure took a few steps backwards.

Immediately, he pulled out the hundred-forged steel knife on his waist, and the tip of the knife, which flashed with a cold light, pointed directly at the little boy not far in front of him.

What made Feng Weitong react so violently was because the appearance of the little boy exposed in the moonlight was too terrifying.

I saw the little boy's face, which was pale.

It is even whiter than flour, so that anyone who looks at it will be afraid.

However, the most striking thing about this little boy is not his pale face.

Instead, on his face, there are only ears and eyebrows, as well as a mouth and eyes.

Only there is no nose!

How is this possible?

How can a normal person not have a nose?

What the hell is going on with this little boy?

The appearance of the little boy in front of him completely broke Feng Weitong's long-standing cognition.

"How do you borrow your nose?"

"Wouldn't it be okay to gouge out your nose and put it on my face, of course?"

Facing Feng Weitong, the little boy grinned.

It didn't seem to be the tip of the knife pointing at him at all, as if he didn't care about it, which made Feng Weitong's heart skip a beat.

Immediately, there was a bad premonition that came to my heart.

"Hmph, my nose is here, if you have the ability, you can take it!"

After a burst of applause, Feng Weitong no longer hesitated, flipped her right hand, brandished a hundred forging steel knife, and slashed at the little boy's neck.

At this moment, Feng Weitong's heart has already made up her mind.

Whatever the hell this little boy is, he will be hacked to death with a knife before anything else.

However, what made Feng Weitong a little puzzled in her heart was.

In the face of such a swift knife momentum, the little boy in front of him did not dodge at all, and still looked at himself with a grin just like Fang Cai.

It was as if the little boy was not afraid of his own knife at all.

"Death!"

Feng Weitong pursed the corners of her mouth.

As soon as she made a move, she tried her best, and Feng Weitong was also full of confidence in her knife.

This knife will definitely cut off the head of this strange boy!

However, the next scene made the confidence in Feng Weitong's eyes dissipate, and it was replaced by extreme horror.

"Bell!"

When this steel knife slashed at the neck of the strange boy, there was no scene of the skin and flesh that Feng Weitong had thought before.

Instead, from the position where the steel knife slashed, a crisp sound sounded.

It's as if his steel knife has been cut on a hard piece of iron.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the blade of this hundred-forged steel knife was covered with spiderweb-like cracks in an instant.

With a clear cracking sound, the knife suddenly shattered into countless pieces!

Feng Weitong could clearly see that from beginning to end, the weird boy's neck was not injured in any way, not even the slightest scratch!

"No way, this ...... What's going on?"

The scene in front of her made Feng Weitong's face immediately turn pale.

The whole person was irrepressibly shocked and frightened, and the weirdness of the boy in front of her was simply beyond the limit of her imagination.

Feng Weitong is the first time she has encountered this kind of situation where a hundred forging steel knives can't cut through the skin, but is still shattered by the anti-shock force from the skin.

The strength of this weird boy is too strong!

However, how could such a child who was only three or five years old have such great strength?

Escape!

Feng Weitong bit the tip of her tongue fiercely.

The intense pain made her quickly wake up from the shock.

Then, without hesitation, she turned around and was about to run into the distance.

It was this attack that Feng Weitong understood the huge gap in strength between them.

In any case, she definitely couldn't beat this weird boy.

On the contrary, with the strength of this weird boy, it must be easy to kill himself.

If you want to live, you have to run away!

However, just as Feng Weitong turned around and was about to run away, suddenly, a pair of cold little hands gently grabbed her arm.

With the holding of these little hands, Feng Weitong was horrified to find that her body, at this moment, seemed to be frozen, and she couldn't move at all.

"This ...... What's going on?"

Faced with this strange scene, Feng Weitong desperately wanted to struggle.

However, she was helpless to find that no matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.

"Hee-hee, I'm going to take your nose off now. ”

Feng Weitong heard a childlike laughter in her ears.

"No!"

Feng Weitong opened her mouth.

However, she couldn't move all over her body, and at this moment, she couldn't even say a word.

She could only watch with a desperate face, and from behind her, two small white hands stretched out, slowly approaching her nose.

"Can you only wait to die?"

The corners of Feng Weitong's mouth were slightly bitter.

Just when she was helpless, a teardrop with crystal glistening rolled down the corner of her eyes and dripped down her fair cheeks.

"Boom!"

However, just when Feng Weitong looked desperately at the pair of miserable little white hands approaching her, waiting for death to come.

Suddenly, Feng Weitong found that on her shoulder, she put a white hand on her shoulder.

This hand is wide and slender, and in this palm, there is a sense of warmth, which makes Feng Weitong's frozen stiff body can't help but be shocked.

Then, Feng Weitong found that the cold breath that froze her body dissipated from her body under this warm and warm feeling.

There is no trace of it again.

It's as if a layer of hard ice wrapped around him has completely melted away at this moment.

"This ......"

Feng Weitong opened her delicate mouth slightly.

When she was about to turn her head to see who the owner of the palm was.

However, from the palm of this hand, there was a sudden burst of softness.

Then, Feng Weitong's entire body was thrown back by this palm for a distance of more than ten meters, and finally landed safely in a corner of Mud Bottle Lane.

"Who?"

After standing firmly, Feng Weitong suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of the strange boy.

As far as the eye could see, I saw a slender and emaciated figure, appearing out of thin air, standing quietly not far in front of the strange boy.

The slender and emaciated figure was dressed in a black cloak robe.

"Martial Ancestor Lin moves!"

Looking at this figure that she often dreamed of, Feng Weitong's heart was still a little flustered, but in this moment, she completely calmed down.

Is this the so-called sense of security?

It's as if no matter how dangerous it is, no matter how weird a boy is.

As long as Wu Zu Lin Dong stands in front of him, then, there is no existence that can bypass Wu Zu Lin Dong and hurt himself!

"Can you borrow my nose? You can see mine, if you want, you can take it!"

A long and clear whistle of a teenager resounded in this slightly quiet mud bottle alley, echoing endlessly.

Laughed softly.

The corners of his lips lifted a faint arc, and the young man slowly raised his head, and the face that was originally hidden under the cloak was even more handsome in the moonlight.

It's a pity that because the young man has his back to Feng Weitong, the young man's face was not seen by Feng Weitong.

This young man who stood in front of the strange boy and threw Feng Weitong backwards was none other than Chu Jiang who came to Mud Bottle Lane to find the mysterious and weird.

When Chu Jiang first came to Mud Bottle Alley, he faintly heard the sound of fighting coming from the alley, as well as the sound of broken blades.

Therefore, he immediately hurried in this direction.

Then I saw a mysterious boy who was about to take off Feng Weitong's nose.

For Feng Weitong, the girl who once spoke for herself in Yandang Mountain, angrily reprimanded and ridiculed those who ridiculed her, Chu Jiang still had a good impression of her.

After all, before the battle of Yandang Mountain was decided, among the millions of people in the entire Hidden Dragon City, there were not many people who could stand up and speak for themselves and angrily reprimand others.

So Chu Jiang naturally took action to save Feng Weitong.

"Don't be afraid, standing behind me, it's safe, there is no existence that can cross me and hurt you. ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Chu Jiang said softly.

Then, Chu Jiang turned his head.

With a faint gaze, he gently glanced at the extremely strange boy in front of him, and sighed with some excitement in his heart: "It's starting to harvest!"

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Ps: It's almost the New Year, the price of pork has risen again, the poor author is crying and fainting, the little brother is kneeling here and begging for a subscription, reward, monthly pass, I haven't eaten pork for a long time, and I want to eat a pork dumpling for the New Year......