As the twilight deepened, the last rays of light struggled away, and the little warmth of the day disappeared without a trace, and the tall and dense blood-fir forest hid the torso in the mountain, and the few sparse shrubs buried the branches and leaves in the shadows, leaving only a patch of dry reed leaves shivering in the biting cold wind.

There was also a cold silence around the roaring bonfire.

"You'd better not do it. ”

Feng Xiangyun's face was expressionless, and his face was calm.

The three of them sat in front of him, and directly opposite him was a short, thin middle-aged man, with an old face and a wrinkled face, like an old ginger. He was the smallest, but he occupied the largest, empty, on his left hand side was a big fat man like a mountain of flesh, blocking the wind, and on his right side was an old man half-lying, sitting furthest away, and intently polishing a stick.

Lao Jiang looked weird, his eyebrows and eyes shrugged, the corners of his mouth were grinning, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and sighed: "No way, General Lu promised, as long as you take your life as long as you take Feng Gongzi's life, you will let my brothers live, and I can't help myself." ”

"Death row inmates?"

Although Lao Jiang was wearing half a plain cotton robe from nowhere, the old man on the side was wearing prison clothes openly and honestly, and he didn't hide it at all.

Feng Xiangyun asked casually, his mind changed sharply, there are not many people in Yunjiang City who can be called a general, he can probably know the name, the surname Lu is only Lu Jiandao, this person is valued by his father, and he is in charge of Yunjiang City Guard.

"That's strange, since it was Lu Jiandao who arrested you, then he is the one who has a grudge against you, you want to live and want to be free, looking for him desperately, what do you do to embarrass me as an unrelated passerby?"

Lao Jiang's eyes dodged for a moment, and he said angrily: "Feng Gongzi is confused, what kind of cultivation does General Lu have? What kind of cultivation do you have? Do you dare to compare with the Blood Tiger now?"

Feng Xiangyun unhurriedly took out a pen and a book from his waist pocket, and said as he wrote: "I once heard a predecessor assert that killing comes from profit rather than hatred, thanks to you, I can add a few notes today, most of the sources of hatred come from conflicts of interest, and the object of hatred is the one that seems to be the easiest to deal with in these conflicts. ”

"This is the reason why you don't go to fight Lu Jiandao, but listen to his orders to intercept and kill me, how about it?"

Old Jiang said angrily: "How can you, a son with fine clothes and fine food, know the difficulties of our people, we are just-"

"Taoguang Yanghui?"

Feng Xiangyun cut off the conversation and said categorically: "No, when I mentioned Lu Jiandao, you were mostly afraid in your eyes, but when you talked about me, your eyebrows were raised, almost distorted, full of hatred. ”

"Up!"

This old Jiang didn't mean to say much, roared, and his body scurried, avoiding the firelight, and disappeared for a while.

At the same time, a dark shadow overshadowed the light of the moon and fire, and a strong wind struck.

The illusion under the change of light and shadow suddenly made Feng Xiangyun feel like the sky and the earth were overturned, but he still sat still, reviewed the bits and pieces of his memory, and said to himself: "The tone of the voice rises quickly unconsciously, and it may be that hatred turns into anger." ”

Yi 13 used his companion's body to cover it, and with an extra black dagger in his hand, he stabbed sideways towards Feng Xiangyun.

The man who is as fat as Roshan is a friend he has known for many years, called Pang Wei, and after being on death row, he was imprisoned at twenty-seven, and he used to deal with dirty work for the upper class of Yunjiang City, and he also cooperated to open a business, and his personal fighting kung fu was extremely good.

The fire flickered, and the wind cracked.

When the figures were staggering, Yi 13 suddenly saw that the eyes of the young man who was sitting were full of purple light, leaned forward, greeted Pang Twenty-seven's arms, and blew lightly.

Yi 13 was a little in a trance, but years of experience made him subconsciously go out of the knife, a slight obstacle at the beginning, and the wrist was always strong after the strength passed, this familiar touch of cutting through the leather water bag came so easily, he hurriedly turned around and strangled the dagger on the young man's neck, and sneered: "With this little ability, dare to blow nonsense?"

Feng Xiangyun's tone became more and more flat, and he reminded: "Your hands are a little shaky, what are you thinking about exciting things? Use me as a prisoner? Yes, after all, you are also an old Jianghu, and you don't believe in any empty promises." ”

When the words fell, the tall figure standing stiffly in front of Feng Xiangyun, maintaining a killing posture, fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes were dull, and he was clearly inactive.

The scene was deserted for a while.

"How is that possible?"

Yi 13 muttered, he consciously lost his words, used his hand to exert force, and said viciously: "What kind of demon magic did you use?"

No matter how Pang Twenty-seven said it, he was also a good one, although his internal qi cultivation was a little worse, but few people were as strong as his muscles and bones, how could he be blown to death in one breath.

"I remember that Zhengyi once formulated a set of standards, the world of cultivation is divided into qi, Xuan, Dan, and Shen four realms, I touched the edge of the Xuanyuan realm, he just arrived at the Qi Yuan realm, this is one of them; That's it, don't just say it's a demon law. ”

Feng Xiangyun talked eloquently under the blade, without half the consciousness of being a captive, Yi Thirteen couldn't help but feel angry.

"Qi Yuan Peak? Okay, with your life in hand, my life should be great!"

Yi Thirteen's expression was complicated, mixed with joy and anger.

"There is a third point, after the little fat man was killed by his employer to death row, he was angry and depressed, and he was used by you to directly lose his mind, what a weird exercise. ”

The old man's voice sounded, and the old man on the right who was polishing the stick looked over with interest, smiling and groaning.

"You're really messing around!"

The young man in front of him, with his back to him, the knife was on his neck, he obviously looked like a weak lamb, but it gave him an inexplicable sense of fear, Yi Thirteen was ruthless, but he found that he couldn't move.

"You're a demon!"

Feng Xiangyun turned his head and said expressionlessly: "Sometimes I really envy you, you have such vigorous emotions, if you have the next life, you must remember it, don't let your emotions ferment, especially when you feel that you have an idea." ”

Yi 13 didn't hear clearly, his mouth was slurred, and he fell to the ground and suffocated to death.

Feng Xiangyun half explained and half said to himself: "After he hurt me, he suddenly became anxious and wanted to kidnap me to escape the pursuit of Yunjiang City, hijack, not kill, he had this idea in his heart, and he was reinforced by me, so he couldn't move." ”

"As for death, we often forget that human breathing is also controlled by the brain, and violent emotional changes can make it go wrong, and a short period of forgetting will suffocate and then die, which is really fragile. ”

"Sir, how about this explanation?"

The old man saluted and said, "Of course you are not a demon, you are not even our target, Lu Jiandao wants us to surround and kill the son of the Feng family, not the second son." ”

"It was just a misunderstanding. ”