The light moonlight shines through the dilapidated windows with a silvery glow, illuminating the sins of the ruined temple. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the temple, several big men were surrounding a thin girl, and the girl's cheeks were still bleeding blood, her whole face was covered with blood, and her clothes were also dark red blood stains.

"Although the face is ruined, the skin and flesh of this body are really tender. ”

"Nonsense, people are the first beauty in our calendar country. ”

"Thinking about her appearance before she was disfigured, Lao Tzu couldn't help it. Don't worry, let me come first. As one of the fat men spoke, he approached with his hands rubbed together, and reached out impatiently to tear the girl's tattered blouse. The few people behind him let out a profligate laughter.

At this moment, Feng Xingying suddenly opened her eyes, and through a trace of biting coldness under her eyes, she glanced coldly at the obscene man who was pulling her clothes.

The fat man was swept away from the corner of her eye, and he lost his mind for a moment and stood on the spot.

"Ah!!h

The next moment, the fat man fell to the ground like a dead pig. The wide open pupils showed that he didn't understand what was going on until he died.

Around his neck, at some point, a snow-white silver hairpin was inserted.

The silver hairpin was pulled out by Feng Xingying, splashing hot blood, sprinkled on the faces and bodies of her and several men around her.

"Dead?" The remaining four people were incredulous, looking at the fat man who was lying motionless on the ground, and staring at Feng Xingying in fear: "Isn't she a waste?"

"Less nonsense, let's go together, kill her!"

"It's a big deal to kill and then annihilate the corpse. ”

The four of them reacted quickly, and immediately formed a circle of encirclement.

"Heh~~"

The corners of Feng Xingying's lips were slightly raised, and his blood-stained little face was cold and terrifying, like a demon from hell, shuttling between the remaining four villains, as fast as lightning.

After a few ups and downs, the entire ruined temple was quiet.

Blood.

When she hit the ground, it splattered out of their necks.

A sneer tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she rubbed her sore and aching head, and memories of the scenes surfaced.

She is the 21st century Chinese medicine national hand Feng Xingying, a pair of wonderful hands, a silver needle, the living dead, flesh and bones.

Few people know that those hands that save people are also firearms, martial arts, assassination and poison, and omnipotent killers.

She is the star shadow, and she is still the mysterious female agent who is known as the spokesperson of the god of death and is codenamed Phantom Ying!

The owner of this body is nothing more than Feng Xingying, the eldest lady of the Great Calendar Country Spirit Family, who has been living a life of patience in the Feng family under the control of the second uncle after the death of her parents.

Only those who have awakened at least one kind of spiritual power in metal, wood, water, fire, and earth can start cultivating with the help of the corresponding energy of nature and embark on the path of the spirit.

Spirits begin to cultivate from the day of awakening, spirits, spirit masters, great spirit masters, Xuan Ling masters, spirit kings, spirit sects, and even legendary levels.

When Feng Xingying was born, he also had a vision from the sky and a firebird soaring into the sky, and was left a prophecy by the Tongtian Pavilion that this woman would one day become the most talented class among the spirits.

A halo also shone on her.

It's a pity that when Feng Xingying tested his qualifications at the age of seven, he was found to be born with a waste vein and could not communicate spiritual power, and he was named a "waste".

She was born like this, and when she was born, she signed a marriage contract with His Royal Highness Nangong Chu, the crown prince with the most potential and six-star spiritual power qualification in the dynasty.

Fortunately, although Feng Xingying is a waste, he is born beautiful, at least in the entire Great Calendar Country, no one can beat it.

Today, it was Feng Yuelu, the sister of the five clans whom she regarded as her only confidant, who asked her to go to the suburbs to enjoy the flowers, and after drawing her only proud face with her own hands, she threw it to a few hooligans, and asked them to play her badly, and then throw her to the brothel to pick up customers.

The timid and cowardly Feng Xingying, the soul tormented by pain and fear flew out of the sky.

"Since I have been reborn because of you, I will seek justice for you. I will not let go of those who have bullied you. Feng Xingying sneered, and secretly made an oath in his heart.