Behind the black muzzle of the gun was the smiling face of 'Li Mingyue' like a dog's tail flower, but Ye Feng knew in his heart that the person in front of him was not the real Li Mingyue. So, what did he pretend to be Li Mingyue to sneak attack him for?

Could it be that they want to create the illusion that Li Mingyue killed themselves to frame the Li family? Wouldn't it be a bit of a fuss? Aren't you a great big person, can you use their elaborate layout?

You must know that there is only one purpose for these people, and that is money! Desperate for resources in exchange for more money.

Or, did they find anything that could make money from the Li family or Li Mingyue? So what is there in Li Mingyue or the Li family that can be exchanged for huge wealth? Antique? Calligraphy? Or is there some secret hidden by the Li family?

Ye Feng suddenly remembered the strange ancestral hall of the Li family's old mansion, could it be that this treasure was hidden in the ancestral hall of the Li family's old mansion?

"What are you thinking?" The magician asked, he didn't know that Ye Feng had seen through his true identity and was complacent about his superb disguise skills.

"I'm wondering why you have to pretend to be Li Mingyue, dear Mr. Magician. It's not the first time we've met, have we? Every time you kill me. I'm curious, where did I offend you to let you kill me like this? ”

The magician was stunned for a moment, obviously not guessing that Ye Feng had already seen through his identity, his mouth opened slightly, and he asked with a surprised face: "You... How exactly did you know my identity? ”

"Curious?" Ye Feng asked rhetorically.

"A little." The magician said, shook the sand-desert-of-eagle in his hand, and said with a smug smile: "If you are willing to say it, I will give you a good time." ”

"Oh? It seems that our magician is very confident in his marksmanship. However, I guess you..."Ye Feng groaned, gently hooked the little finger of his left hand, and saw Wang Li come as promised, so he continued: "I guess you must not be able to hit, do you believe it?" ”

The magician's brows furrowed, the smile on his face froze, and he said angrily: "Damn Huaxia, there is a lot of nonsense when you die, today I will let you see my real marksmanship." Before he could finish speaking, the index finger that was on the trigger was pressed down hard.

"Whew!" A suppressed gunshot rang out, and the bullet flew straight towards the hypnotist on the grass next to him. If it weren't for the strange position she was lying on her stomach at this time, I'm afraid the bullet would have passed through her not-so-strong chest.

Ye Feng was horrified, this organization that killed a thousand knives, a magician with no conscience, actually installed a silencer on the pistol, no wonder the sound of this bullet sounded so depressing!

The magician was also shocked, how could this be? How is this possible? He was obviously aiming at Ye Feng's head, how could there be an invisible force that made his wrist deviate from the original target when he fired?

This Ye Feng is very evil!

Or rather, this mountain is evil!

The magician settled down, and once again aimed the sand-desert-eagle in his hand at Ye Feng's head. Just as he was about to shoot, he was horrified to find that the hand he was holding the gun was bending and bending again in a strange posture.

Then, the sand-desert-eagle in the magician's hand aimed at his own head.

Ye Feng's mouth was grinning, and he sneered with a sneering face: "Yo, did our Mr. Magician suddenly wake up and realize his wrong position?" Do you want to make amends for the damage done to me by dying? ”

"Nonsense, you nonsense!" The magician's eyes widened, his face full of horror as he watched as the black muzzle of the gun pointed little by little at his temple, and shouted in a trembling voice with a crying voice, "I... I might... It's because I'm possessed by an evil spirit, that's why... It's going to be like this. ”

Seeing the index finger on the trigger pressing down a little, the magician's eyes were about to pop out, and he yelled hysterically, "Oneiroi... Oneiroi-sama, save me! I don't want to die, I really don't want to die! ”

Ye Feng looked around vigilantly, but did not find the figure of the woman in the Oneiroi, so he looked at the magician with a disappointed face and said, "Don't shout, she won't come." Besides, I'm not going to kill you. ”

The magician's little heart was startled again, staring at Ye Feng's handsome face with incredulity. I thought: Could it be that the evil spirit attached to him was manipulated by this guy in front of him? So, like an exorcist, he became a messenger of God?

"Tell me, where is Mr. Zhang?" Ye Feng said straight to the point.

"In the cellar in the backyard of the Lotus Temple." The magician was like he was very afraid of death, and he answered Ye Feng's question without thinking about it, but Ye Feng was a little confused, and he didn't know whether to believe him or doubt him?

Aren't the killers in TV movies all the kind of real men with arrogant personalities and arrogance? They move forward bravely, they would rather die than give in, they regard death as home, they regard money as life, and life as dung. But how could this magician be so spineless?

Fake, right?

Ye Feng's pupils contracted and dilated violently, and then contracted again, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. He just stared at the magician's face so closely, and then had a whim to help our magician remove his makeup and reveal his true face.

"Squeak!"

At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly heard a strange rustling sound and a squeaky animal cry from the barren grass all over the mountains.

Rats? Still is... Snake?

Two waves of killing intent came from above Ye Feng's head, and when he looked up, it was the beast tamer who liked to sit on the blood-winged bat and attack from a distance.

Ye Feng secretly smiled bitterly, he couldn't imagine that they thought so highly of themselves, and they actually sent Oneiroi and her three protectors to attack him at the same time, did they really regard themselves as peerless masters?

Oneiroi hadn't appeared yet, and listening to her voice just now, he must have been hiding nearby, observing the battle between himself and her three Dharma Protectors.

Seeing Zhang Ziqiang still sleepwalking there, Ye Feng's right hand waved, and a shining ice needle pierced into an acupoint-point-in his neck.

Zhang Ziqiang was excited, and then he came to his senses. He looked around blankly, and when he saw Ye Feng, his face was happy, and he wanted to pounce over.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand to stop it, and hurriedly shouted: "Get into the car quickly, close the doors and windows, there are poisons all around." If you are bitten by them, even if you don't die, I'm afraid you will end up with a half-legged sequelae. ”

Zhang Ziqiang's footsteps just about to run froze, the smile on his face froze, he opened his mouth, and finally turned around, quickly ran over and pulled the car door and got in.

Ye Feng held his breath and concentrated, and ice needles shining with cold light appeared between his fingers, he even forgot to read the mantra this time, and directly pierced all those ice needles into the various big points of the magician's body, until his body stiffened and fell to the ground like a statue.

Ye Feng turned around and ran towards the hypnotist, and while he ran, he said to Wang Li in a ghost whisper: Cover this place with a bloodthirsty banner, I don't believe that her dream god will not come out.

Yes, master. Wang Li understood and hurriedly sacrificed the bloodthirsty flag. In an instant, the wind was gusting, the clouds were thick, and it was still a thousand miles of morning glow just now, and the sky was dark in the blink of an eye.

The trainer lay on the back of the blood-winged bat and hugged the bat's neck tightly. Didn't the weather forecast say that the sky would be clear today? Why is it that the wind is blowing, and it is mixed with sand and gravel and dead leaves, so that people can't open their eyes at all.

He had the heart to shout, but he was afraid that he would be attacked by Ye Feng at this time, but he had seen the power of Ye Feng's Spirit Rhino Sword. Just as he was worried about what to do, suddenly a huge Qianqian jade hand flew from behind, and with a light grab, he and the blood-winged bat were pulled out of the bloodthirsty banner's encirclement.

"Come back, you're no match for him." It was the ethereal and distant voice again, like the harmony of the piano, and like the chorus of the petrels, and the Ye Feng bones were crispy and numb, and there were goosebumps all over his body.

"Want to run? It's not that easy. With a wave of Ye Feng's big hand, the Spirit Rhino Sword flew over with a "pop", piercing the back of the beast tamer's heart. If it is really stabbed, I am afraid that the small body of the beast tamer of seventy or eighty pounds will be explained here.

"Wait! Don't you want to save Zhang Zhendong? Although he couldn't see the figures, Ye Feng always felt that this Oneiroi was nearby, watching their every move.

"Another old man? Presumably, the magician alone is enough. When Ye Feng spoke, he suddenly found that the hypnotist who had been given several more stitches by himself and should have been lying on the grass honestly was gone?

What about people? Could it be that this little Indian Lori will still use soil to escape? Ye Feng's face was surprised, and then he motioned to Wang Li to blow the yin wind, and cooperate with the Spirit Rhino Sword to find out the hypnotist, even if it was three feet into the ground.

After thinking about it, I was afraid that the magician in my hand would also run away. So, Ye Feng's eyes flickered, and he said to the Spirit Rhino Sword: "Pick off his tendons and tendons, I'll see where he can escape." ”

"Don't!" The magician's tears fell, and he pleaded with a handful of snot and tears: "Ye Feng, I beg you, don't do this to me." ”

"Don't worry!" Ye Feng smiled: "I'll make it gentle, it doesn't hurt at all." ”