Just when Long Jingming and Jian Yuan were startled by the Flying Dragon army at the head of the palace wall, Long Yucang was stunned by the jaw-dropping amazement of the palace gate defenders, and sacrificed the magic weapon of the feather fan into the size of a small bamboo raft, and steadily supported him and Feng Huanling to the same height as the palace wall.

Not to mention that the defenders' jaws dropped in shock, Feng Huanling couldn't help but be amazed when he saw that this could not only grow and shrink arbitrarily, but also carry people flying, and sat on it and kept looking around, almost forgetting what the purpose of chasing him to the palace wall was.

"You two are really haunted!"

Long Jingming, who was also startled by the magic weapon of the feather fan at the beginning, burst out even more angrily the next moment, "Long Yucang wants to fight with me for power and life for the sake of the hatred of winning love back then, as well as the previous life and death calculations, why are you like this, Feng Huanling?" I have no grievances with you, how many times can I kill you as easily as pinching an ant to death, but I have never killed you, and I have not even forced you to obey me, why are you so desperate to kill me all?! ”

He really can't figure it out, as long as he likes something, there is nothing he can't get, and women are even more so, as long as he is a little willing to use his brains to use his means, even if it is a woman like Yan Wushuang or Feng Qingwan who has their own strengths but is equally proud, isn't they all devoted to him?

Why is it that only this little concubine is a dumb girl, not only rejecting his overtures again and again, but even as if she has some deep hatred with him, as if she can't kill him with her own hands to be happy.

"No grievances? Hmph, Long Jingming, if you didn't provoke my revenge, why did I waste so much energy and time to murder you? Now, Feng Huanling felt that there was no need to hide anything, "Long Jingming, I hate you for poisoning, but I hate myself even more, why was I so stupid in the first place, and I would give everything to a person like you who has no heart and no feelings!" ”

In the originally clear and clear sky, a large area of dark clouds suddenly gathered in an instant, and finally converged into a strange lead cloud as thick as ink, as if it would press to the ground at any time.

Feng Huanling, who was agitated with emotion, didn't notice this strange change in the sky, and still only cared about this evil Long Jingming, and poured out all the accusations that had not been vented in his previous life until his death. What she had done for him in her previous life, as well as everything that the entire Yan clan had sacrificed for him, were all told by her in one word.

"Who the hell are you?"

The uncertain expression on Long Jingming's face finally returned to dead silence, leaving only the shock that penetrated deep into the soul in the depths of his eyes.

"I'm Feng Huanling." She raised a light smile that was extremely weird, "It's also ......"

Boom boom!

In the long-brewing inky clouds, the first thrilling thunder sounded.

No longer looking at Long Jingming's face as if she had seen a ghost in the day, Feng Huanling slowly turned her head to look at Long Yucang, who was always holding her hand, and her fierce gaze suddenly became soft, "I am Feng Huanling, and I am also Yan Wushuang." I don't know why I woke up after I died in the Qinglong Pavilion and became the fourth lady who fell into the water in the Prime Minister's Mansion, I guess the real Feng Huanling drowned at that time, but I don't know why I was able to survive in her place. ”

There were several muffled thunders in the sky, and the evil wind blew the clothes of the four people who were on a high place to hunt, but the four people with their own thoughts did not seem to hear these sounds from the outside world.

Mo said that it was Long Jingming who personally gave Yan Wushuang the last fatal blow back then, and even Jian Yuan was shocked when he heard that Feng Huanling in front of him was actually the body of the dead Empress Yan who borrowed the corpse to resurrect his soul, and he only felt that his mind was blank.

Unlike them, Feng Huanling and Long Yucang, who were on the opposite side of the feather fan magic weapon, only had each other in their eyes at this moment, even if the lead cloud above their heads had made them as dark as night and gloomy wind, but they seemed to have formed a small world between them, and only strange warm currents were passed on to each other with lingering affection.

"You already knew, didn't you?"

There was a bit of coquettishness in Feng Huanling's tone, but there was no real anger and resentment.

"I came back for you, and I decided to stay because of you."

Long Yucang didn't escape her gaze this time, his warm fingertips gently rubbed the back of her hand, and a very short sentence had already said everything.

Later, Feng Huanling learned that he was not just returning to the Divine Dragon Kingdom with a pool of muddy water for her, but that his cultivation had surged after experiencing a heavenly tribulation in his cultivation, and he desperately rushed back to Dragon City until she had a catastrophe of life and death. It's a pity that she was a step too late after all, and she only had time to lure Yan Wushuang's soul into the body of Miss Feng Si, who happened to drown that day, to help her be reborn.

The man and woman on the feather fan looked at each other affectionately, completely forgetting when and where they were facing what kind of situation they were facing, and there was only each other in their eyes, and there was no room for anyone else.

It's a pity that "I see, I see!" Hahahaha...... No wonder, no wonder you have to go to great lengths to force me to the point of betraying my relatives, and in the end you have to kill them all with your own hands, it turns out that you are Yan Wushuang! ”

Long Jingming, who finally came back to his senses from shock, set off a terrifying wave called madness under his eyes, and his extremely fierce look was as if some demonic beast that had been dormant in the depths of his soul was gradually waking up.

Finally remembering that now is not the time for tenderness and sweetness, Feng Huanling's whole body was full of affection in an instant, and he looked at Long Jingming who fell into madness with an awe-inspiring expression.

"That's right, I'm going to kill you all with my own hands, and I'm going to take revenge for the last arrow today!" After saying that, Feng Huanling stretched out his hand to someone beside him who was still suddenly changing his face for her, unable to continue to be tender and sweet, and if he was lost, "Give me a bow and arrow, I want to avenge an arrow." ”

Long Yucang: "......"

Do you still have the physical skills of Yan Wushuang? Even if you still have that ability, have you forgotten that you still have a five-month-old child in your belly? And who said that if you want to take revenge with an arrow, you have to shoot an arrow with a bow and arrow to take revenge?!

No matter how much he roared in his heart, in the end, Long Yucang still took out the bow and arrow with the weakest reaction force from the space magic weapon he carried with him, and did not forget to tell her to be careful.

Feng Huanling took the bow and arrow and smiled at him, turned around and pulled the bow and pointed at Long Jingming on the opposite side with a cold expression, "I will only shoot you this arrow today, and from then on, life and death will depend on fate, and the entanglement between you and me in the past and present lives will not owe each other!" ”

Long Jingming hooked the corners of his mouth meaningfully, nodded and said, "Okay, I will receive your arrow today, and from now on, whether I live or die, I will be clear." ”

"Master!"

Seeing that Long Jingming's arms were slightly open, and he really wanted to meet this arrow motionlessly, Jian Yuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious, but after being glanced at by the master, he froze in place and didn't dare to move again.

Feng Huanling held a silver-white recurve bow shaped like a crescent moon in his hand, and the bow was skillfully engraved with intricate mysterious patterns, and the perfect arc like a full moon would be formed when the hand was pulled, and the sharp sound of Qingyue could be faintly heard like the legendary phoenix. And when the arrows that are also silver come out of the string, the tail end actually draws a string of tail arcs that look like starlight and like little water droplets in mid-air, which is amazing.

It was in such a dreamy and gorgeous picture that a fatal arrow mixed with the sound of the fierce wind shot straight at Long Jingming, who was standing motionless like a fixed arrow target.

Thundered!

With a deafening thunderclap, a flash of lightning tore through the pitch-black lead clouds.

The seemingly light silver light-tailed arrow actually pierced deep into the left chest of Long Jingming, who was wearing golden silk soft armor, and passed through his chest, and the cold arrow came out sharply from behind him.

At the same time, a never-before-seen thunder erupted from the rolling lead cloud, winding and hideous like a majestic dragon, and it thundered straight towards Long Jingming, who was facing Feng Huanling with an unfathomable smile, and the corners of his mouth were like wisps of blood.

"Master!"

Jian Yuan let out a heart-rending scream, and when he saw Long Jingming fall backwards, he hugged him without thinking about it, and then fell into the strange waves of the river together.

In an instant, the thunder and lightning disappeared, and the thick lead cloud in the sky dissipated in the blink of an eye, as strange as its sudden appearance.

The top of his head has returned to a sunny day, but Feng Huanling hasn't come back to his senses for a long time, pointing to the direction where Long Jingming disappeared, his lips squirmed for a long time before he said, "How, how can this be?" What the hell is this? In the end, did I kill him with that arrow, or did that inexplicable thunderbolt kill him? ”

Long Yucang's gaze was originally still condensed in the sky where the clouds were dispersed, and there was a faint hint of strange doubt between his eyebrows, but when he heard the complaint and looked back at her, he was only full of doting, "Naturally, you killed him with an arrow, and as for the thunder, naturally God is not used to punishing him." ”

Hearing this, Feng Huanling was immediately relieved, waved his hand and first asked Long Yucang to control the feather fan to move above the moat and looked down, knowing that in such a rapid, even if Long Jingming's body was protected by Jian Yuan, it had already been rushed to nowhere to be found, so he turned around and went back to the direction of Qinglong Pavilion.

And when they flew away without a trace in the feather fan, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared out of thin air at the head of the wall where Long Jingming was standing, and sneered and laughed in the direction they had gone.

"Looking at the harmless animals and living immortals, I can't imagine that they are so good at coaxing people, what kind of punishment is God, it is obviously the thunder of the catastrophe! It seems that men's words are unbelievable! Leng Xiangyuan muttered and turned his head to look at the moat under his feet, "But Long Jingming is not a cultivator, and I haven't tried to find out what immortal roots and immortal bones he has before, how could he cause a catastrophe when he is dying?" Could it be that his soul is also like a dragon Yucang, hiding some secrets? ”

Leng Xiangyuan has always advocated that if she can't figure it out, she should not think about it for the time being, and it is more reliable to find out the answer directly, so she jumped into the moat that she didn't know the depth and geometry.