The wheezing sound from the other side of the wall became thicker and faster, mixed with the silent thirst of the female. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two played an earth-shattering performance so silently. Nanyue's internal strength has gradually increased recently, and she felt the tremor of the wall and the wind and clouds.

At this moment, Quanfu should have released and vented all of Su Ri's patience and self-esteem that had been hidden in the shadows for more than ten years in Feng Yanji's body.

It's just that for Feng Yanji, Quanfu is a medicine for the wrong symptoms, and the more this wrong medicine is applied to her, the more it opens up a huge hole in her heart and body, which contains an anxiety that can never be satisfied, an anxiety for another man.

Nan Yue vaguely understood in her heart that Feng Yanji was taking advantage of Quanfu's connivance with her, and vented his deep love for Nan Aotian in a twisted hatred way.

Feng Yanji's humility to Nan Aotian is not disgraced because of Quanfu's humility to her. The defeated love and dignity are held up by another lower love and dignity in the process of falling, so that they will not be shattered.

Quanfu must be voluntary, Nanyue thought. Only willingness can make a wise man foolish.

He probably waited for Feng Yanji's youth for more than ten years, and watched her grow old in time as the housewife of the Nan family, from blowing bullets to half-old.

"Traces ......"

The sound of the clothes rubbing came, and Nanyue didn't know if the night was too quiet or her ears were too good.

The passion, carefully unleashed little by little, makes a man call out a woman's most primitive endearment. When Feng Yanji was called Trace, it should be when she was in the prime of her youth.

The waves that were blown towards the climax by the wind and waves gradually subsided. Nanyue guessed that Quanfu had regained his senses.

An ethereal conversation came.

"Trace, the man will come back at any time."

"He won't, he went out with Ah Xing's little cub today, and he won't come back soon."

"I feel uneasy. Sir, he was very suspicious. ”

"Shut up, you still call him master, you're afraid of him, you're just afraid of him." There is the sound of a woman's fist pounding on a man's chest. Nanyue could imagine how Feng Yanji was weak and gritted her teeth to say this.

The atmosphere on the other side of the wall, which had just cooled down, heated up rapidly and vigorously. "Scar, I'm afraid of him, I've always been afraid. I'm more afraid of you. ”

Quanfu's trembling voice broke off at the end, as if something had suddenly annihilated it.

A layer of hot sweat broke out on the back of Nanyue's neck, and she was cooled by the wind. Slightly moved the stalemate cervical vertebrae.

Ah Xing was taken out by Nan Aotian...... What should I do, do I want to continue to listen to some news from the conversation between the two here, or find a way to find Nan Aotian and Ah Xing.

The conversation was deep and shallow. Nanyue's ten fingers clasped the wall.

"Ah Fu, what kind of sin do you say I have done, did those people turn into ghosts more than ten years ago, and they came to take revenge...... How did it become the way it is, how it is now......

"Trace, that's not your fault. It's not your fault that Qingyun left. ”

Nan Yue almost forgot that if there were still people who were really worried about Nan Qingyun's departure and collapsed, then this person could only be Feng Yanji.

"Qingyun is gone, I just hope Qinglin doesn't come back. Never come back......"

Feng Yanji suddenly stopped making a sound, and there was a woman's whimpering sound intermittently.

Nan Qinglin is the fifth son of the Nan family, and Nanyue only knows that he was sent to the army since he was a child.

The conversation broke for a moment and then restarted.

Quanfu's tone this time was a little profound: "Lin'er, is it mine?" ”

"I don't know, I really don't know......" The voice gradually turned smaller, like a person's facial features are locked up by something.

This question has been asked by Quanfu countless times, and every time Feng Yanji answers, he seems panicked.

"Sleep, get dressed, don't catch a cold."

There was the creak of a wooden door.

Nanyue hurriedly flashed into a narrow alley far away.

In the dark and obscure black shadows in the backyard, Quanfu's cautious figure swayed. The butler is not a low height, but he will always be the one with his chest curled up slightly. This gesture allows him to sense the wind and grass in all directions and stifle the crisis at the beginning.

This silent and respectful man has survived in Nanfu for twenty years with such a attitude.

After Quanfu walked away, Nanyue leaned out of the deep alley.

Dressed in thin clothes, his feet silently stepped on the earth, his steps were neat, and he was still the loyal man.

Nanyue was thinking about her next step, when she suddenly felt a dark cloud overhead.

There was a sudden excitement in my heart.

In the middle of the hurry, the dress rubbed against the cornices of the low wall. A small piece of broken tile fell from the top of the wall and fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

Nanyue closed her eyes in annoyance. The sound of the tiles hitting the ground was tantamount to hitting her. She almost escaped with the fastest Shadow Technique.

Feng Yanji, who was a little depressed and chaotic, was driven away from all the chaos by this crisp sound. The body nested in the futon like a frightened bird sat up, motionless.

But there was no sound outside the window.

Xu is a night cat stepped on the roof.

I can only comfort myself like this.

Feng Yanji put his body down again, along with the hanging heart.

It's just that I can't sleep again in the second half of the night.

Nanyue is far from getting rid of her murderous machine.

The dark shadow that frightened her was not the Night Raven or the Wandering Cloud. It's a person whose kung fu is far above her.

The man waited until she was away from the backyard before he started to do it. There was no sound during the fight. It's as if two shadows are fighting. Nanyue felt that the other party was extremely accomplished between her hands.

The man forced her to retreat.

It's not about taking her life, it's just about controlling her.

Nanyue quickly locked her hands behind her back. The man did a trick she had never seen before. It is different from the silence and stability of Wanyan Min's martial arts path. This person's silence is ruthless, and there is a breathtaking yin owl.

Nanyue was taken to a silent transept. The body fell heavily on the uneven ground. A bean lamp danced on the old tattered and dusty table. The wind bullies the short candlesticks and the wind. The sudden light made the eyes a little uncomfortable.

Nanyue looked for the person who brought her in the dark, but she didn't find it. There were only a few worn-out dustpans and a jar with a crack in the stomach. The corner of the dustpan has jagged holes that have been gnawed by rats. There are traces of smoke and fire on the four walls, which is an old firewood house.

How could there be such a place in Nanfu.

Nanyue turned her face away, wanting to look at the situation behind her.

Ah Xing's small body curled up in the corner of the firewood room that touched the ground and smoked, his eyes were deeply closed, and his face was pale. There are several earthworm-like red scars crawling on half of the arm. It was a dark and striking red, as if flowing deep and shallow on a child's delicate skin.

"Ah Xing—"

Nanyue screamed and pounced, but was bounced back by a beam of light and fell to its original position. (To be continued.) )