Song Ziwen's pupils shrank suddenly, knowing that this matter could not be resolved, his face became extremely gloomy, and he said to Ye Feng: "Are you sure you want to fight to the death with me?"

"Deathmatch?" Ye Feng showed disdain: "."

Song Ziwen was annoyed and embarrassed, and shouted angrily: "You forced me, give it to me, hack him to death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the men behind him all took out Mitsubishi thorns and rushed towards Ye Feng, they were as fierce as tigers.

These people are no ordinary people. It can be seen from their momentum and moves that they should all be practitioners.

However, what can this be? In front of Ye Feng, it is only a slightly larger ant at best.

Ye Feng's eyes were cold, killing intent was permeated, he took a step forward, and a Mitsubishi thorn came straight to his throat, he shook his head and dodged, and then quickly blasted out with a punch, and the fist smashed on the man's head like thunder.

Bang. The man's brain burst suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Feng took another step forward, and another punch bombarded out, the fist was as fast as thunder, with the sound of breaking wind.

The fist smashed into the opponent's chest like a thousand pounds. I saw that the person's sternum suddenly dented, and a series of bone cracking sounds sounded, and the other party vomited a mouthful of blood, and was directly smashed more than ten meters away.

Shout!

Ye Feng made a reversal move, a side kick, and his long legs swept away like a whip, and at the same time swept on the cheeks of several people, spitting out mouthfuls of blood and teeth all over the ground, and then fell to the ground.

Soon, there were only two people left on the other side. When the two of them saw Ye Feng so fierce, they were so frightened that their legs and feet trembled, and when they turned around and were about to run, Ye Feng picked up two Mitsubishi thorns, made a roaring sound and flew out.

Before the two could run, the Mitsubishi thorn pierced their throats.

All this is a long story, but it all happened between lightning and flint, that is, at this moment, Song Ziwen's people died.

In the end, Song Ziwen stood alone in the middle of the corpses all over the ground, smelling the smell of blood and oil smoke in the air, he only felt that he was cold, fear spread, and his legs were shivering.

He saw that Ye Feng's gaze had already looked at him, that gaze was sharp and direct, sharp and fierce, like the gaze of death.

Song Ziwen's eyes finally showed a look of horror at this time, he looked at Ye Feng and trembled: "You, what do you want to do?"

Ye Feng turned a deaf ear. Picked up a couple of Mitsubishi thorns from the ground.

"I warned you when I was in Shanshui Manor before, my woman, don't provoke, or I will make you pay. ”

After speaking, Ye Feng waved his hand casually. Mitsubishi thorns flew out of his hand.

Yikes!

The knife stabbed him in the thigh.

Mitsubishi thorn, the famous king of bloodletting, is also highly poisonous, as long as there is a little wound, the blood will not stop overflowing. If you don't go to the hospital, you can easily bleed to death.

Yes!

Song Ziwen screamed in pain, he lay on the ground, his hands tightly gripping his wound, trying to stop the spread of blood.

Ye Feng sneered. Walked up to him and pulled out the Mitsubishi thorn.

The moment he pulled it out, he let out a terrible scream like killing a pig, and blood shot out like a fountain.

The thigh is connected to the major artery, and Ye Feng is here. Completely severed his major artery, that blood hole was extremely terrifying, and if the bleeding was not stopped in time, it would not be long before he bled to death.

Song Ziwen watched all this with fear, full of pain. Full of regret and horror.

With another brush, Ye Feng's Mitsubishi thorn suddenly stabbed into his other thigh.

Song Ziwen screamed miserably again, his face was as pale as a blank piece of paper, blood flowed all over his body, and the strength of his whole body became smaller and smaller.

He felt like a cup with a hole broken, and the water in the cup kept spilling out of the hole as if it were his blood.

For humans, as long as a third of the blood is shed, it can be life-threatening.

And he felt like the blood in his body was almost gone.

His face turned rapidly pale as the blood flowed too much. He felt like he was hallucinating.

At this moment, he finally felt the fear of death, Ye Feng was going to kill him, and he was going to kill him cruelly.

"Ye Feng, please let me go, I was wrong, please let me go!"

Song Ziwen's face was sluggish, and he said in a weak voice.

"From the moment you want to kidnap my girlfriend, I'm not going to let you go. Ye Feng shook his head, and then said, "Explain your last words, maybe I can help you convey them." ”

"Ye Feng. I'm a member of the Song family, if you kill me, the Song family won't be able to spare you!" Song Ziwen's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness.

"What kind of thing is the Song family, you still threaten me at this point, you are really looking for death!"

Ye Feng showed murderous intent, and after finishing speaking, the Mitsubishi thorn stabbed him in the chest.

Poof!

Song Ziwen screamed, blood suddenly foamed in his mouth, and after struggling for a while, he lost his vitality.

"If you mess with me, you're out of luck!"

Ye Feng stood up and wiped the blood from his hands.

A dangerous person like Song Ziwen, if he is allowed to stay in the world, Fan Xiaowei will be very dangerous.

Only by killing him can we solve the problem fundamentally.

Of course, Ye Feng would not kill people for no reason, but if it was just a matter of Shanshui Manor, Ye Feng would not do anything to him, but he couldn't tolerate this person wanting to get Fan Xiaowei by force.

This kind of despicable man is his most shameful.

Ye Feng lit a cigarette. When the smell of blood on his body was not so strong, he returned to the apartment.

Inside the apartment.

Fan Xiaowei is now very scared and stays in the room, although she is full of confidence in Ye Feng in her heart, but Song Ziwen is not an ordinary person, will Ye Feng be in danger now.

She was very worried about Ye Feng now. If Ye Feng is in danger, what should she do?

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Who?" Fan Xiaowei looked vigilant and said coldly.

"Me. ”

Hearing the familiar voice outside, Fan Xiaowei immediately showed excitement and crawled over to open the door for Ye Feng.

After seeing that Ye Feng was safe and sound, the stone in her heart finally fell to the dust.

She couldn't hide her excitement and hugged Ye Feng.

The two hugged each other.

She was terrified just now, as if a wolf had lurked in the dark, ready to tear her weak sheep apart.

She's just a girl after all. Where have I experienced such a situation, it is a fear of dying at any moment.

Really, for a moment, she felt like she wouldn't survive tonight.

The two hugged each other, and when she hugged this man, she could feel a certain sense of security and steadfastness.

"Ye Feng, I was so scared just now. ”

She hugged Ye Feng tightly, buried her head on his shoulder, and said with a face full of fear.

"Don't be afraid, it's over, and he won't hurt you again. Ye Feng gently patted him on the shoulder. Whispered.

"Thank you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do?" Fan Xiaowei's face was full of emotion.

Ye Feng shook his head: "We are friends, and these are all as they should be." ”

Fan Xiaowei nodded and did not speak again. When Ye Feng said that they were just friends, her heart would be inexplicably uncomfortable.

In order to make Fan Xiaowei no longer so scared, Ye Feng stayed in the room all the time and chatted with her.

The two chatted about a wide range of things, including family, career, future, and ideals.

After talking, Ye Feng gradually got to know this woman.

She is a person who is very idealistic and has a bit of literary and artistic youthful temperament. But it does not have the kind of middle-class nature of literary and artistic youth.

At the same time, she is very rational and has a very independent soul.

"Ye Feng, if you don't have a wife, will you like a woman like me?" Fan Xiaowei suddenly asked.

Ye Feng was stunned and was asked, "Why do you ask that?"

"It's just curious. Fan Xiaowei said with a smile.

Ye Feng looked at Fan Xiaowei's serious expression, and finally smiled: "Curiosity will kill the cat." ”

No matter how stupid Ye Feng is, he can keenly feel the obscure meaning expressed by Fan Xiaowei.

Fan Xiaowei is the kind of woman who is very beautiful, whether it is her figure, her temperament, or her figure. All perfect.

For men, she is a seductive stunner.

The skin is as white as a fat lamb, the waist is as thin as the waist, the fragrant buttocks are round, the eyebrows are curved, the nose is straight, the lips are red and the teeth are white, and the eyes are as bright as diamonds......

She just sat in front of Ye Feng, discussing such a very direct and slightly ambiguous question.

"Curious why it killed the cat?"

Fan Xiaowei leaned closer to Ye Feng, her rippling autumn eyes looked directly at Ye Feng, her voice was soft and a little sassy.

"Do you really want to know?" Ye Feng thought for a moment, and then said.

"Yes. Fan Xiaowei nodded.

"I like you whether I have a wife or not. Ye Feng said seriously.

Fan Xiaowei's eyes lit up: "You didn't lie to me?"

"I never lie to people, how could I lie to you?" Ye Feng said with a smile.

Fan Xiaowei was happy in her heart, but she soon thought that Ye Feng had a wife.

"You have a wife, what's the use of liking me?" Fan Xiaowei said with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"How can it be useless? Like is like, this is the feeling, it has nothing to do with whether I have a wife or not, and ...... besides."

"Say anything more?"

Besides, his relationship with Liu Ruyan is a husband and wife relationship in name only, and they are now separated, so he has no psychological burden at all now.

But Ye Feng didn't say this.

He grabbed Fan Xiaowei's fair and delicate cheeks with both hands, and his cheeks slowly approached her.

Fan Xiaowei's cheeks were flushed, feeling Ye Feng's hot breathing, she felt her heart beat faster, her pupils dilated, her expression was shy and timid, and there was a hint of vague excitement and excitement.

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