The corners of Feng Jiu's mouth always have a charming smile on the corner, wearing a rose-colored floor-length dress, like a bewitching queen. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The waist-length long hair is loose at will, and the smile is full of charm and seductiveness.

No one would have imagined that the bright person in front of him was the master of the underground world, the city lord Jiusha, who was known for his cold-blooded ruthlessness.

Feng Jiu suddenly chuckled, even though he was far away, he still keenly felt the surprise in the eyes of the two.

I don't know when there is a delicate dagger as thin as a cicada's wings in his hand, and he is playing with it carelessly.

raised his head, the corners of his mouth outlined a charming smile, the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was cold.

The amorous all kinds of things threw a wink at the expressionless Su Mubai, "Qinglong, do you miss me!" ”

As soon as the words fell, they suddenly moved, just a few ups, and they had already fallen in front of the two of them.

The dagger in his hand was pointed at his throat, and he smiled so much that he was amorous, "What, don't you welcome me?" ”

Among all of them, only Suzaku looked excited, and his ass came up, "Boss, you're still so cool!" ”

Facing the dagger at his throat, Su Mubai was still expressionless, he didn't even blink his eyes, turned around and left.

Feng Jiu didn't stop him, watching his figure disappear into the distance, his red lips slowly raising a strange arc.

"Hehe, it's still so individual, but unfortunately, what I hate the most is people with personality!"

As he spoke, anger appeared in his eyes, and the sharp dagger came out of his hand and flew towards his back

Feeling the chill behind him, Su Mubai's body stiffened, but he didn't hide or let go, and continued to walk out without looking back.

The sound of the cloth being cut by a sharp weapon is particularly clear in the quiet summer afternoon.

Fortunately, Feng Jiu didn't kill him, just to teach him a lesson, watching his stumbling steps, the corners of his lips raised.

Seeing that Su Mubai was injured, Xuanwu's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to say something, and at a critical moment, Baihu stretched out his hand to stop him.

She knows Feng Jiu's character very well, and at this time, she still tries not to anger her, which is good for everyone.

"He's the Ninth Master!" The cold and clear voice came from behind with the clarity of the first sunny day after the new rain in the empty mountains.

Feng Jiu's body stiffened slightly, and he subconsciously turned around, and what came into his eyes was a breezy face.

Mo Ye stood under the moon-hanging tree, his lips, which were as beautiful as cherry blossom petals, raised a faint arc, and his long and curled eyelashes cast a faint silhouette under his eyes.

The azure smoke and rain hazy eyes were filled with a layer of dense fog that could not be removed, and he looked straight at Feng Jiu.

As if to see through everything she had, a layer of mockery slowly opened up at the bottom of her eyes, "What, don't you dare?" ”

Breathless, Feng Jiu even wondered if he was pretending not to see.

Stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, and the words had blurted out without his brain, "How do you know I'm looking at you?" ”

She regretted saying this, she knew better than anyone else that Mo Xie was blind, of course she didn't pretend to be.

Mo Ye looked at her expressionlessly, her handsome face, just like the moon-white robe of the past, and the corners of her mouth slowly rippled with a touch of desolation.

The slender knobby fingers slowly touched the corners of his eyes, and there was a touch of indifferent pride in his voice.

"You don't have to doubt this, these eyes have been blind for more than three years, and there are some things that don't need to be seen with eyes!"

Feng Jiu was silent, a little stunned as he looked at the thick mist in his eyes that could not be dissolved.

A man with such a delicate mind, if he can see it, what kind of elegance will it be.

"Mo Xie, have you ever regretted it?"

Perhaps not accustomed to this sudden silence, Feng Jiu suddenly opened his mouth to break the silence frozen in the air.

Mo Xie's azure eyes slowly crossed a different color, but he chose to be silent.

His silence made Feng Jiu frown slightly, and suddenly reached out and quickly snatched the key from his neck.

The key was snatched, Mo Ye's cold expression finally collapsed, and he reached out to grab it, but he passed by again and again.

The cold voice unconsciously carried a layer of anger, "Feng Jiu, give me back the key!" ”

Feng Jiu held his breath and stood coldly in place, expressionless as he watched his cold eyes slowly turn anxious.

Watching that handsome face slowly turn pale, he could reach the distance with his hand, but he failed again and again.

Passing by again and again, Mo Ye's hand never touched her in the slightest, and her azure eyes were gloomy, "Feng Jiu, don't force me to do it to you!" ”

The footsteps staggered back and forth, but unintentionally stepped on the corner of his clothes, and his emaciated body shook.

The soles of his feet were unstable, and the whole person fell to the ground fiercely, and the moon-white robe was stained with a little stain, revealing a fierceness under the embarrassment.

The hibiscus flowers that bloomed to the top were separated from the branches in the wind and scattered down, falling among the black and dense green silk of Moxie.

He struggled, trying to stand up again and again, but failed again and again.

The white tiger's face changed sharply, and he wanted to step forward to help him, but was stopped by Feng Jiu's sharp look.

Mo Xie suddenly laughed, such a pale and cold smile.

He was obviously laughing, but the white tiger didn't feel the slightest popularity, like a decayed tattered doll, and the moon-white clothes had oozed red liquid.

As soon as his breath stagnated, the feeling of heartache slowly spread in his body, Bai Hu bit his lip tightly and subconsciously took a step forward;

It was just a small step, but Mo Ye keenly felt it, and in the next second, he had already pounced.

By the time the white tiger came back to his senses, he had already choked his throat.

"Give me back the key!" The cold tone, without a trace of human feelings, is inexplicably creepy.

As his fingers tightened a little, a touch of relief crossed the white tiger's eyes, and it was better to die in his hands like this.

"White Tiger!" At a critical moment, Xuanwu made a move and saved the dying White Tiger from his hands.

Hearing his voice, Mo Xie's body stiffened, his hand slowly retracted, and he muttered, "White Tiger!" ”

Bai Hu covered his hot neck and looked at the red on his leg with a worried face, "You're injured!" ”

But as if he hadn't heard, he suddenly remembered something, and raised his head suddenly, his eyes showing anger, "Feng Jiu! ”

"It's boring!" Not seeing the scene he wanted to see, Feng Jiu sneered and looked down at the key in his hand.

"Give it back to you!" Raising his hand, in order to test his martial rank, the key flew towards him with the thunderbolt.

Knowing that the comer was not good, Mo Xie still reached out to pick it up, and the powerful internal breath shook him back several steps before he stood firm.

Seeing that he actually caught it, a trace of surprise crossed Feng Jiu's eyes, and then he laughed, "You're not bad!" ”

Mo Xie's hand holding the key tightened, and his face had already returned to lightness, "What are you coming back for this time?" ”

"Kill!" Feng Jiu opened his mouth with a smile, his red lips slightly constricted, "It seems to be called Pei Qianmo or Pei Motian!" (To be continued.) )