Several big men pushed Zhen Er all the way, and the road they walked was winding with blood, which is shocking and not an exaggeration.

What about Zhen'er? What has become of Zhen'er?

A floral cloth skirt was tattered and falling, the flowers of the twigs were cracked, and the petals were coagulated with blood scabs, and it was scarlet one after another.

Zhen Er was severely whipped, and before the wound could solidify, it was cut open by a sharp weapon, and so on, and then it began to melt.

Zhen'er had never received such a severe punishment, and several times she wanted to faint, but she persevered with her will. She knew that Feng Tiange would worry about her, selfishly, she didn't want to be a burden to Feng Tiange anymore, her young lady was already hard enough.

The pain spread little by little, like a sharp arrow quenched with poison, slowly piercing through the limbs and hundreds of remains, destroying the only remaining will.

Zhen'er couldn't survive it after all, and fainted.

"Feng Tiange!" Feng Tiange shouted.

It's only been a few days, why was her Zhen'er humiliated like this?

Feng Tiange took Zhen Er from the hands of those big men, patted her cheek gently, and after patting for a long time, Zhen Er's face had a slightly pale flush.

"Childe, I'm sorry, I've become your burden again. I've disappointed you again......" Zhen Er only had time to spit out these words, and fainted again.

This time, no matter how much Feng Tiange slapped it, Zhen'er didn't want to wake up again. Zhen'er fell into extreme pain, she had only lived for more than ten years, she didn't want to die yet, she just felt a little tired.

And she is just a maid, there is no love, only hate. Except, her only young lady.

Feng Tiange hugged Zhen Er's warm body, and let Zhen Er's blood soak her madder shirt.

Zhen'er, it's me Feng Tiange who didn't protect you well. Don't worry, if others owe you, I will help you get it back one by one. I will repay the pain inflicted on you by others, and I will not be merciful at all.

Murong Fu looked at Feng Tiange, who was almost crazy, and his heart hurt terribly. His interest in this girl was deeper than he had imagined. This girl can already control her emotions.

"Who hurt her? Hand them over to me. Otherwise, with my own strength, I can also step on your assassination building. Feng Tiange stubbornly spoke, his eyes were already dyed with a layer of red orama, and the depths of his pupils were also very weird, and there was actually a layer of jumping red flames.

The little brother is stuck in this impasse, he has already broken an exception, is there another exception?

The little brother secretly peeked at the dance practice, it's just that, he can't afford to provoke this aunt.

The little brother waved his hand gently, and several big men had new movements. The big men turned around without saying a word, and after a sound of footsteps, they brought a person with them.

A young man of about twenty years old, with gloomy eyes and a cold and arrogant face.

Feng Tiange stared at the young man coldly, and Feng Tiange's voice also became ethereal, like a voice from hell, Feng Tiange was really angry.

"Did you hurt her?" Feng Tiange pointed to the puppet-like Zhen Er on the ground.

"If you enter the assassination building, you will naturally be punished by me." The young man spoke disdainfully, and looked at Feng Tiange's eyes with a sense of contempt.

Feng Tiange looked at the young man jumping up and down for a long time, and when the young man thought that Feng Tiange would not make any more moves, Feng Tiange suddenly moved his hand.

Feng Tiange snatched a sharp sword, and the sword came out of its sheath and pointed straight at the young man's eyebrows. When it was about to reach the center of the eyebrows, the tip of the sword turned its own direction again, and it was able to cut off a layer of skin on the young man's eyebrows. When he saw the tip of the sword again, it had already moved to the young man's abdomen, and suddenly the sword turned sharply down, slashing through the man's navel, and perfectly pulling out the young man's internal organs.

The young man had not yet completely lost his breath, and he was still breathing, and he watched himself become a living dead.

Feng Tiange was not angry at all, she didn't feel cruel. Those who hurt her have to pay.

A whole set of actions flowed smoothly, all relying on internal force to operate, and when the man lost his breath, Feng Tiange took a slight breath.

"Okay," the little brother couldn't help but stop him: "You have already killed people, then this matter will come to an end." ”

The little brother is already angry, how can the assassination of Lou be allowed to be ridden on his head and scattered. Feng Tiange shot so ruthlessly, without any mercy, he was slapping Lou in the face!

Lian Wu frowned on a pair of delicate eyebrows, and said in a tone of voice: "Please pay attention to your attitude, alas. ”

Someone bullied Feng Tiange, she just didn't allow it.

"Let's go, Ge'er. She needs to be treated quickly. At the most critical time, Murong Fu finally spoke up.

Feng Tiange hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded fiercely.

Meng Shi, in the past, I was too soft on you, so I gave you a chance to bite back. From now on, you won't have that chance again. I, Feng Tiange, will not give you another chance to hurt the people around me.

He succeeded in stopping Feng Tiange's madness.

This time, it can be regarded as completely offending the eldest prince.

However, the song is so endearing. As long as it is what Feng Tiange wants to do, just let it go. Sometimes, he wanted to pamper her all the time.

"Ge'er just shot is really ruthless, but it really scared me to death." Murong Fu teased.

"If the sword flower falls on you, I'm afraid it will be even more terrifying." Feng Tiange was three points indifferent, and four points was cold.

"Ge'er doesn't understand the world, I'm caring about you." Murong Fu did not miss the opportunity to ridicule Feng Tiange.

After listening to the dance, I was a little unhappy. Looking at Murong Fu, who was dressed in women's clothes and had a beautiful face, Lian Wu couldn't help but think angrily: Who is this woman? How could he be so familiar with Feng Tiange.

Does Feng Tiange like this woman who is more beautiful than her?

Lian Wu felt that she must give this woman a little color to see, and she couldn't let her keep pestering Feng Tiange, Feng Tiange could only be practiced by her.

After Feng Tiange settled Zhen'er, Murong Fu retreated alone. Give them a little time to catch up.

With nothing to do, Murong Fu walked into the courtyard with a pot of wine, and before the women's clothes on his body could fade off, he would also wear them.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on his cold face, and the moonlight brewed the smell of wine, filling his peerless face.

Lian Wu swung out a blast of wind, and the whip in his hand had already come towards Murong. Murong Fu had already noticed it, and he dusted off the ribbon in his heart without panic, and with a slight hook, he caught the whip, and the master of the whip was also pulled out from behind the dense forest by Murong Fu Lian Wu.

After practicing the dance, he raised his whip again and went straight to Murong Fu's lower three rings.

Such a domineering move, Murong Fu was secretly surprised. Immediately jumped, gradually lightly touched the rockery, and with the help of the strength of the side by side of the trees, fell in front of the dance practice.

Lian Wu showed a domineering smile, very good, not the weak woman she imagined. A weak woman is not worthy of appearing next to Feng Tiange.