The little guy trembled with fear, naturally he couldn't recognize that this was a fantasy of the wind and sparseness.

He got out of the car and ran away in a hurry.

A sneer swept across Feng Shu's lips.

This time, no matter what, he wanted Feng Yueli to no longer believe Rong Jingchen.

Because if he dies, it will affect everything Feng Yueli has planned.

He falsely sent the news to Feng Yueli, and it was Rong Jingchen who sent someone to kill him.

Then Feng Yueli will definitely have some suspicions.

He has already planned the future, and he will slowly make Feng Yueli jealous of Rong Jingchen, and then distrust.

Since he was born, he couldn't let Feng Yueli like him.

Then, if he dies, Feng Yueli will remember him.

After a while, all the illusions disappeared without a trace.

Feng Shufang sat in the car, he clenched his fingers.

Rong Jingchen quickly arrived outside the city.

Shocking Dust saw that there was no one outside the city to chase and kill Feng Shumad, but instead saw Feng Shumad's carriage parked there.

He originally had a hanging heart, but finally let go.

At this moment, the fair-skinned and good-looking fingers of the wind sparsely picked up the car curtain.

Rong Jingchen saw the wind sparse, and his expression flashed with a sense of precaution.

Feng Shufang was dressed in royal blue clothes, his face was exquisite, and his breath was a little enchanting.

The tear mole in the corner of his eye makes him look better.

The facial features are exquisite, and between the hands and feet.

With a graceful and luxurious arrogance that people can't ignore: "Senior brother, are you here?" ”

His demeanor was so calm that he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.

Rong Jingchen dismounted, saw the wind sparsely sparse, and a smile swept across the corner of his mouth: "I'm just here to send a senior brother, after all, I have the master's trust." ”

Feng Shufang was about to speak, and a cold air in the distance approached the bodies of the two.

Rong Jingchen's eyes flashed with a fierce color, and he was in a fog at the attacking fellow senior brother.

Directly use spiritual power to wave your hand and knock the opponent to the ground.

The fog fell to the ground, and blood stains dripped on the corners of his mouth: "Senior brother, why don't you let me kill this evil obstacle?" ”

Rong Jingchen lowered his eyes, and a smile flashed on his demonic face: "Senior brother, even if the master asks you to come over and kill people, you have to see the situation clearly, Senior Brother Feng Shufang has never done anything to be sorry for the master, nor has he done anything to make the master embarrassed——"

Hearing Rong Jingchen's words, the fog immediately retorted excitedly: "Senior brother, your partiality is too much, I know that he is the same master as you, but now he is addicted to killing in Kyushu, isn't it an evil obstacle?" Today, I must kill him in place of the master! Don't stop me! ”

Rong Jingchen has sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and the bridge of his nose is high.

The two thin lips were slightly crimson.

The long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the eyes.

His eyes were dark and deep, like a pool of deep water, and his expression was complicated: "What if I don't let you kill him?" ”

The fog is a person who belongs to the upper rank of the martial arts of the Xuanyuan Continent.

Although it can't beat Rong Jingchen, it is more than enough to kill the wind and sparse the madness.

His Nine Frost Sword swung and slashed towards Feng Shu.

Feng Shufang wanted to defend, but was caught off guard by the fog and stabbed with a sword.

On the outskirts of Kyoto, no one comes here.

There is a bottomless cliff on the side.

Feng Shufang retreated backwards, and the whole person fell to the ground.

The fog is vast and his eyes are dark, and he kicks the wind off the cliff with one kick.

Before Rong Jingchen could react, Feng Shufang had already been kicked down.

This shows how fast the foggy hands move.

Rong Jingchen has never used the weapon in his hand in his life.

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