Chapter 58: Steamed Bun 8: Are You Worthy of It Too?
"Such a good thing, I was blinded by lard to give it to people like you. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Feng Xingying shook his head.
"That's mine! Feng Yuelu was unwilling.
"Do you think a servant girl with no identity would leave you such a priceless hairpin?" Feng Xingying said, injecting fire spiritual power into the hairpin.
The irises bloomed enchantingly, forming a blazing flame, and the earth burned with a bang.
Feng Yuelu was even more surprised, the hairpin she had been wearing on her head, and the gift given to her by Feng Xingying, turned out to be a spiritual treasure!
She really sits on Baoshan without knowing it.
"Also, after I gave him a steamed bun at that time, I didn't speak, and I didn't have any jade pendants. Feng Xingying shrugged and looked at Ji Jue helplessly: "So now, you still have to die for her?"
Ji Jue's face turned pale a long time ago.
What a bastard he was! He didn't even recognize her! Not only that, but he almost sent her to hell with his own hands.
As for Feng Yuelu, whose heart is like a poisonous scorpion, since she is not his savior, and she still wants to use him, it is the first time that the leader of his dignified Flying Dragon Adventure Group, Jue Gongzi, has fallen so badly, and it is planted in the hands of such a woman.
Good, good.
Seeing the killing intent in Ji Jue's eyes, Feng Yuelu was really panicked.
She knew she was done.
But she was not reconciled.
Feng Yuelu saw Rue Xiang who was unconscious next to her at a glance, and suddenly pulled out a short blade, put it on Ru Xiang's neck, and shouted loudly like crazy:
"Feng Xingying, you jump off the anthill now! Don't force me, if you don't jump, I'll kill her right away. ”
She really found it accurately, and she found the weakness of Feng Xingying at once.
Feng Xingying put himself in danger this time, isn't it because of Ruxiang?
"Okay, as you wish. Feng Xingying spread out his hands, like a flying butterfly, rushing towards the anthill and jumping down.
Just like before, she was forced to jump off by Ji Jue.
Feng Yuelu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Xingying is dead, no, she is so strong that she may be able to resist, she hurriedly continued to use the short blade on Ruxiang's neck, threatening the two men:
"Don't force me, Feng Xingying would rather die by herself to save her, if you force me, I will kill her, it's a big deal for everyone to die together. ”
"Die together?" A familiar voice came into Feng Yuelu's ears: "It's up to you, and you're worthy?"
Feng Yuelu's eyes widened in disbelief.
It was the voice of Feng Xingying, didn't she jump down? Her figure grew bigger and bigger in her eyes.
Feng Xingying made a sharp move, taking advantage of Feng Yuelu's fright, he first tapped her wrist and let her drop the knife in pain, before kicking her in the stomach.
Feng Yuelu fell into the anthill like a kite with a broken string.
"Brother Jue, save me!" Feng Yuelu could only think of Ji Jue.
He saw through her, but she still held on to the hope that maybe he liked her as a person, she was so cute~
"You deserve to call me that?" a familiar voice, cold and charming.
She saw the coldness and hatred on his face.
This is the last look.
She had already fallen into the anthill, and before she could even resist, she was bitten by ten thousand ants, and she was instantly bitten to the point that only a white bone remained.
The demon ants did not disperse, but continued to lie on the white bones, gnawing them all.
A good person disappeared without a trace.
Only an empty gauze was left, which was also torn into powder by those demon ants, and there was no trace.