Perhaps he felt the depression in Mu Zixiao's mood, but his tone of speech was much better, his fingers tapped his arm, and he turned his head to look at Mu Zixiao's expression with a little more sympathy, like a good word of persuasion, he said slowly: "As long as you leave him, I can give you everything you want." ”

Mu Zixiao turned his head to meet his cold gaze, and said in a deep voice: "Why? ”

Yan Feng looked at him, and seemed to think that Mu Zixiao was a little ridiculous, and raised his voice and said: "It's really unbelievable to be so happy to be a stand-in!" After I left, I always thought that Huo Nanqi would not have one more person by his side that he cared about, until I saw him and you that day, hehe, I began to wonder what kind of person you would be. Come to think of it, you've only known each other for a few days, right? It was beyond my expectation that he would trust and protect him so much. Still. ”

Speaking of this, Yanfeng put his hand against his chin, shook his head and laughed: "It turns out that you are just a waste who doesn't know anything." Hahaha! No wonder, no wonder. ”

Hearing this, Muzi was not angry when he laughed, let him laugh, and said warmly: "What about waste? It's better than a defeat. In his previous life, his father didn't know how many times he scolded him, he was already painless, and this sentence of defeat was unintentional, because he really didn't know anything about Huo Nanqi and Yanfeng.

But this sentence seems to have hit the weakness of the wind of words, as soon as this word came out, the wind of words was obviously moved, and he used his right foot hard, "Boom!" With a bang, the wooden table in front of him suddenly fell apart and shattered to the ground, Mu Zixiao leaned back to dodge, but he didn't let the broken wood hurt himself.

Yan Feng left the chair, stood in front of Mu Zixiao with an expressionless face, looked at him condescendingly, gritted his teeth and said, "Your subordinates are defeated? Joke, what kind of thing is he Huo Nanqi! It's just that he has a good background and a good family background! And his master who doesn't know what to call it, Mu Zixiao, I'll tell you! If it weren't for his master's ability, he Huo Nanqi would have been a dead soul under my sword! ”

"Since you are so powerful, you still have to use a powerless woman to trap him, which is really amazing!" Muzi was not afraid to laugh, he fell into his hands, he didn't think that he would be able to get out alive.

"So what, it's just a cheap life." Yan Feng stood with his hands in his hands, still looking at him, his face was fierce, which was annoying.

Mu Zi smiled and listened to the sentence "It's just a cheap life" and looked up at him: "This woman and that woman were killed by you for the next set, and the other six lives have no use value, why do you still want to harm?!" ”

"You've wronged me, they're none of my business." Yan Feng probably didn't want to stand anymore, pulled over the chair and sat down in front of him again, put his hands on his chest, tilted his head to look at him, and continued: "Besides, even if it is because of me, it is their glory. ”

Mu Zixiao grew so big, he really had never seen someone who regarded other people's lives as inferior to ants, and he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, gritted his teeth and said: "You are really disgusting, how noble you are, but you are just a sinister and cunning villain!" ”

Yan Feng raised his hand and touched his chin, and in an instant, he put one hand on his knee, and a somewhat hideous face approached Mu Zixiao, and shouted in a low voice: "I am not from a noble background, but Mu Zixiao, let me tell you, everything I have now is earned by myself!" You change him Huo Nanqi, can he? If he leaves his own father, he is not even as good as a dog! With this alone, Lao Tzu is a hundred, a thousand times stronger than him! ”

"Yes! I really don't think so, what else do you have to do besides playing tricks? I have the ability to fight with him alone! I think you're just a barking mad dog. Muzi smiled and said that before he finished speaking, his right hand smashed into Yan Feng's face with a fist, and the speed was extremely fast.

After all, Yan Feng is extraordinary, but in an instant, before the fist wind arrived, Yan Feng's body gently dodged back, and he kicked Mu Zixiao's chest with his foot, and the chest was not lightly kicked, Mu Zixiao fell backwards, the chair was smashed by him in an instant, his chest hurt, and the fishy smell in his throat overflowed his mouth, Mu Zixiao spat and wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand.

After kicking Mu Zixiao over, Yan Feng sat back as he was, looked at Mu Zixiao playfully, and said with a smile: "You are really simple, on the battlefield, which one is not a trick to me, who will fight with you alone, it is ridiculous, no matter what means I have, the result is that I won, he lost, and his master is nameless, which is the price of this battle!" Just like you now, you are just an ant that I can crush at any time, the winner is the king, and the loser is the villain, what qualifications do you have to evaluate me? "The style of words is true, the cruelty of the battlefield is what Mu Zixiao imagined, whoever has the ability is the king, but the means are too inferior, but it is really despised.

Mu Zixiao breathed a sigh of relief, endured the pain and said in a deep voice: "Mad dog, I am disgusted when I see you, you kill me, I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore." In addition to the kick in his chest, the wound on his abdomen had collapsed because he had been too hard just now, and he was dripping with sweat from the pain, and his close-fitting clothes were a little soaked.

He knew that he was not his opponent, Mu Zixiao did learn a little hand-to-hand combat before his death, but compared to people who have practiced martial arts since childhood, he is like a mantis arm as a car, a moth to a fire, and his words naturally do not take him seriously, but he doesn't want to delay time anymore and is bent on death.

Yan Feng seemed to guess what he was thinking, leaned back in the chair, and opened his mouth without being salty: "You think I don't know what you want to do?" Want to provoke me and then let me kill you? Hehe, you are thoughtful for Huo Nanqi. ”

"Laughing to death, I don't think you dare to kill me, right? I'm afraid to kill me, Huo Nanqi will kill you. Mu Zixiao sat on the ground, so painful that he couldn't stand upright, but his mouth was still unrelenting, and he said in his heart: I can't beat you, I don't believe that I can't scold you.

Mu Zixiao specially picked up ugly words and scolded, and scolded about half a pillar of incense, what mongrel, what kind of things that pigs and dogs are not as good as dogs, and scolded them all over again, but after listening to the words, he just clapped his hands and said: "I have seen a lot." Still not angry, Mu Zixiao admired in his heart, and simply shut up, whatever you want, you are amazing, you won.

Yan Feng smiled and said softly: "Tired of scolding, right?" Do you want to drink some tea to moisten your mouth? This gentle tone is like an old father caring for his child.

Mu Zixiao turned his head away, and simply closed his eyes, not letting his face that he wanted to beat up when he saw it dangle in front of his eyes, and his heart could be a little happier.

The two were silent for a moment, and the smell of broken tea and the bloody smell of Mu Zixiao's laughter wafted through the air, as if there was a strange feeling. The door in the house, "squeak" I don't know who opened it, Mu Zixiao glanced up, only to see what the person who came said in Yan Feng's ear, Yan Feng obviously had a trace of surprise on his face, turned his head to look at him, and arranged for someone to guard Mu Zixiao turned around and followed the person out of the door.

Mu Zixiao was shocked, and said in his heart: "It's not Huo Nanqi who has an accident!" Hurriedly got up and wanted to go out to follow, but was stopped by the man in black, Mu Zixiao was in a hurry, and with a wave of his right hand, the white silk that had never appeared again was tightly wrapped around the man.

He glanced down at the palm of his hand, and then saw that the person was tied up like a dumpling and couldn't move, so he didn't care about being surprised, and rushed out of the door, there was no one outside the door, and there were dozens of private rooms spaced out, like the second-story compartment of a tavern.

Mu Zixiao lowered his feet and looked along the door one by one, until he was almost at the end, he vaguely heard the sound that seemed to be the wind of words, mixed with the crying of a woman, but this woman's voice seemed to sound a little familiar.