Chapter 3 It's Not a Thing
"Do you need a reason to kill?"
"Need a reason?"
"Do you need it?"
"Don't you need it?"
Feng Zhiwei was wrapped in half-dry clothes, dragging a broom and shaking the rope on the road covered with snow in the early morning, and couldn't stop muttering this extremely domineering answer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The guy who looked as elegant as a green bamboo in the snow was so speechless when he spoke, Feng Zhiwei had always thought that he had a good concentration, and he couldn't help but tremble when he heard this.
I thought that even if my uncle didn't get angry, he would definitely be displeased, and I didn't want my uncle to laugh dryly, but he seemed to be very used to the way this person spoke, during which he tried to probe her clearly when she was blocked, but for some reason he never approached.
The two exchanged a few words, and the uncle was sent away, and the man suddenly let go of her after the uncle left, and looked at her meaningfully before leaving, and saw that she had goosebumps.
Feng Zhiwei hugged his arms and sighed helplessly, his luck was really bad...... After swallowing his anger for so many years, it was easy to seize an opportunity to kill someone for the first time, but he was actually caught by someone, which is really unfavorable.
Although in the end, the man did not embarrass her and exonerated her, but Feng Zhiwei did not dare to feel a trace of happiness because of this.
Because the moment she first saw it in the water, she clearly saw it in the bright eyes reflected in the blue water...... Murderous.
As a result, she was frozen in the frozen lake, and she didn't even dare to move her hair.
"It feels so bad for people to be swordsmen and I feel like fish and meat......" Feng Zhi sighed slightly, and slashed the broom in his hand forward, the broom swinged weakly, only a small piece of snow mist was raised, Feng Zhi put away the broom slightly, and thought about when he could be so arrogant.
If you can, then you won't kneel in front of people's doors and drink foot-washing water in the cold winter.
If she could, then there would be no more eye-opening bastards blocking her in the empty room.
If you can do it yourself, then you will no longer send people under the fence, watching your mother swallow her anger and support their sisters and brothers and be powerless.
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Dreaming, Feng Zhiwei smiled self-deprecatingly and dragged the broom forward.
People who don't live to be twenty years old, what do they want to do so much?
Her figure turned around the corner of the flower wall unhurriedly, but she didn't find that behind the flower wall, someone had been quietly watching her.
Look at the melancholy and helplessness in her expression.
The corner of the flower wall led a cluster of evergreen vines, the wind passed through the vines only the sound of the leaves shaking, the slightest sense of human existence, only between the deep green leaves, faintly revealing a slightly oblique flying eyebrows, such as feathers, through the distant mountains like the blue color.
After a long time.
"Ning Cheng."
"Oh."
"...... said," the man raised the neckline of the light fur, the brilliant light half concealed the intimidating complexion, and the smile in the thin glass eyes was cold, "Do you want to kill her?" She's ruining my business, and besides, I always feel ...... Some are dangerous. ā
"Master." The gray-clothed man on the left side of him looked carefully at the back of the woman who went away, broke his fingers and calculated, and said solemnly: "Half an hour." ā
Half a quarter of an hour means that within half an hour, the killing belt and the corpse destruction belt are completed to eliminate all traces.
Clasping his chin with his fingers, the lightly furred man looked at his intuitive subordinate with a smile: "You've been slow lately. ā
"This woman is a little different." Ning Cheng was still serious, "She makes me feel familiar, a little cloudy, a little weird, a little cold, a little not a thing." He tilted his head and thought about it, thinking a little confused, "Like ......"
The man raised his eyebrows, and there was a smile in his eyes, a little cloudy, a little weird, a little cold...... Not a thing.
Sure enough, when I saw that guy, I suddenly realized my look, and clapped my hands happily: "Like a master!" ā
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Clenched his fists to cover his lips and coughed slightly, the man looked at his smiling subordinates and smiled: "Really?" ā
Suddenly, he nodded vigorously: "Yes!" ā
The other man in gray, who had been standing on the right without speaking, dragged the scourge away with cold sweat......
The man watched with interest as the two die-hard subordinates fled away, turned his head to look at the direction in which Feng Zhiwei had disappeared, remembered the woman's surprised face, his eyes flashed, and he laughed for a while.
āā¦ā¦ Like me? ā
Waiting for the guards, he lazily put on the flying feather densely woven ink dragon pattern cloak, he looked around with interest, chuckled and walked away.
"In that case, I'll watch." The laughter was not high, but it shook the trees on all sides, "Let's see if she can survive like me, in this stormy and treacherous emperor, see if she can ......"
The tone was paused, and the intention of killing was faint, and a white plum at the highest point of the plum branch suddenly shattered.
āā¦ā¦ Survive past three months. ā