Hundreds of miles away, Feng felt a kind of despair rushing to his face, and the long sword in Yan Qingcang's hand fell to the ground, filling the sky with sorrow, like the cold wind raging at this time, overwhelmingly surrounding him, making him stagger towards the palace of Hades.

"Ruoyun ......!!"

The fire burned for a long time, and as the last few flames were extinguished, the hut was left with billowing black smoke and ashes.

Yan Qingcang knelt on the ground, his dead gray eyes were expressionless, staring at the mess in front of him, he couldn't believe his eyes, his desperate eyes were dyed with some other complicated looks, his lips moved, and he finally didn't speak.

Mei Ningxiang cried beside him for a long time, tugging at his sleeve, and even her delicate body trembled: "Qingcang, she, she is your enemy, what if she dies, you are an irrelevant person, aren't you?" ”

"Enemies, irrelevant ......"

Yan Qingcang lowered his head and muttered her words, and suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes like a dead pool were filled with intense sadness and despair, and finally ...... Finally there was a dark dead silence, and for a while, he hummed expressionlessly.

Feng poured his heart into looking at the ashes and messing all over the ground, pursed his lips and said nothing, and a strangeness arose.

Forget Chen knew her feelings, stroked her shoulder and comforted, and sighed: "That resolute and infatuated woman finally went to a dead end, perhaps, for her, death is a relief." ”

"Dead, death?" Feng tilted her heart with burning eyes, and suddenly hooked her lips: "Since she was already planning to escape and wanted to give birth to the child, how could she suddenly go to a dead end?" ”

Wangchen looked back at her, was slightly stunned, and said, "You mean ......"

Feng Qianxin didn't feel the breath of Ruoyun's death at this time, and looking at what Yan Qingcang did on the stone bridge, he only thought that she and Wuchen were running away with the Gen dog holding the moon lantern, and he didn't know that they would also flee with Ruoyun.

So, who will be the one who took Ruoyun from the stone bridge last night?

And who set the hut on fire?

Could it be a murderer?

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Feng Qianxin and Forget Chen were locked in the wooden house again, and Forget Chen's legs grew new flesh, and they were itching their hearts.

After changing the medicine, Feng leaned closer and reached out to bandage him. The woman's warm fingers, slender and slightly rubbed against his skin, a little tickling almost imperceptible.

Her eyebrows and eyes were gently dripping with water, and she raised her bright eyes, and she was happy: "Forget the dust, in a while, your legs will be better." ”

Forget Chen's eyes brushed her and landed elsewhere, as if she was muttering something.

Feng Qian stopped his hand, looked at him curiously, and asked, "Forget Chen, what's wrong with you?" ”

Forget Chenwei retracted his gaze, but his voice was a little sharp: "That's not right." ”

"Something is wrong."

"If Ruoyun's kidnapper is really the murderer, then what purpose will he have for taking her away?" Forget Chen suddenly asked a question.

Feng Qian hesitated for a moment, thought for a while, and said, "Could it be that it is to control Yan Qingcang." Now the people in the entire Hades Palace know his thoughts about Ruoyun, if the murderer wants to kill him more easily, he will catch his weakness and throw a mouse bogey, Yan Qingcang will have a lot to consider, if the murderer holds Ruoyun to threaten him, Yan Qingcang may not be subject to him for her. ”

"You're right, if that's the case, then why did he burn Ruoyun to death?"

Feng tilted his heart suddenly, and exclaimed: "You mean to say that this fire may not have been set by the murderer, it is very likely to be Ruoyun." ”

"Didn't you say you gave her a fire breaker? Perhaps, she deliberately set this fire, maybe, she is trying to tell us something? Forget the dust speculated.

"Huojizi, what does Ruoyun want to tell us?" Feng Qian frowned in surprise.

Forget Chen shook his head, but his eyes were surprisingly bright: "I can't figure it out either, but this fire has also invisibly helped the murderer, Ruoyun is dead, Yan Qingcang is sad to die at this time, it is a good time for him to do it." ”

Feng Tianxin suddenly stood up and said, "Could it be that he wants to kill Yan Qingcang?" ”

Forget Chen narrowed his eyes: "I think, the murderer didn't want to kill him so soon, first kill all the people around him, and then kill him in a panic, just like thirteen years ago, when Lou Mantian died." ”

"The people around him ......," Feng Qian muttered in thought.

Forget Chen raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were like torches: "If I am a murderer, the next person to be killed is Yan Qingcang's henchman." ”

Feng Tianxin opened his eyes in shock: "It's him, Qingrun." ”

The night was dark and the wind was high, the remnant clouds covered the moon, and the faint moonlight could barely pass through the shadows of the trees.

Qingrun looked at the unscrupulous shadows of the trees on the window, and the shaking became more and more violent. He became alert and propped himself up from the couch.

Pulling out the long knife under the pillow, he stood motionless in front of him, looking around vigilantly, and his eyes unconsciously slid over the wooden box he placed on the desk.

The ice flowers inside had turned into a pool of water and slowly flowed to the ground, drawing hideous patterns.

Suddenly, his hair stood on end, as if something cold and dangerous was approaching him.

Almost at the same moment, the long knife slashed horizontally beside him, and only to hear a "ding" sound, an unkempt beggar was staring at him, holding a cold dagger in his hand, as if intending to sneak attack him.

"Are you Lou Mantian's son?" Qingrun clenched the hilt of the knife and sharply questioned the strange person in front of him.

"I'm ...... The one who wants to kill you. The beggar slowly raised his head, his messy hair blocked his face, leaving only a pair of yin owl eyes, Qingrun just looked at him, and his whole body seemed to be stiff, and he was stunned there, unable to move.

The beggar's eyes were like a swamp, glowing with a strange light, as if to suck the soul of a man into it.

He squinted at Qingrun, the corners of his mouth were slightly curled and sneered, and he walked towards him step by step, raised the dagger in his hand, and went straight to Qingrun's heart.

Suddenly, in the dim light, a white light suddenly flashed like lightning. The beggar held his throat and screamed: "Ah! With a thud, the dagger in his right hand fell to the ground.

The beggar was shocked, and before he could react, Feng threw the bone knife with his backhand! The cold wind split with a whoosh, like a meteor slashing at the center of his eyebrows. The beggar fell to the ground in a hurry, and the bone knife slid over his head.

"Who are you?" Feng poured his heart on his back and scolded.

The beggar's laughter grew thicker, and before she could answer, she felt a chill gnawing at her bones gradually spread from the soles of her feet to her whole body...... The fear she had never felt before shocked her, and Feng couldn't help but raise her legs and step back!

The beggar raised his head slightly, his hair was messily attached to his face, still squinting at Feng, and suddenly he grinned at her.

Under the dim light, I saw that his strange face was gradually swollen, like a pig's urine bubble blowing full, swelling to shine, and finally his facial features disappeared, and he turned into a huge fat and swollen blower, wrapping his limbs and body into it.

"Pour your heart, be careful, this is the Western Regions Demon Technique, it's very weird!" Forget Chen hurriedly shouted and instructed, dragging away Qing Run, who was still stunned, and began to apply needles on both sides of his nose.

And this one, a huge blower flew up and crushed towards the phoenix. The bone knife was no longer in her hand, and she picked up the dagger that the beggar had fallen, and stabbed it hard into his flesh, but it was so invulnerable that it could not penetrate even a minute.

Feng Qianxin had never seen such a strange scene, and she was also terrified.

I saw that the thing was spinning in the air, bringing a cold wind towards the phoenix, only to hear a few "clicks", the blowing person immediately crushed her body, and the sharp pain that pulled it up quickly moved to her limbs like lightning. Feng Tianxin's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but moan.

"Love!" Forget the dust and look around in the Qingrun room, see a large piece of rope paralyzed in the corner, I can't care about much, I limp to the corner of the house to pick up the rope, and light it in the candle flame, and after a while, a fire rope is lit on the ground.

Forget the dust raised his eyebrows, and whipped on the body of the blowing man again and again, after all, it was flesh and blood, and the burned flesh skin was shiny and sizzling, and the man howled, and instantly turned into a beggar again.

"Love!"

Forget Chen picked her up, and the weight on her chest suddenly disappeared, making her heart light and leaning over and coughing.

"I'm fine!"

Qingrun behind him had already woken up from the illusion, and the long knife in his hand swept out, suddenly exerting force.

There was a hint of timidity in the beggar's eyes, and suddenly, the window burst, and two dark dwarves slipped out of it.

The two of them had a good heart, and they launched four palms to form a palm towards Qingrun's chest, he was not in a hurry, knowing that he could not retreat with his whole body, and at the moment of retreating and avoiding his palm, he threw the long knife in his hand heavily, and the knife flew sideways like a line in the flat air, approaching the lower abdomen of one of the dwarves!

The two dwarves jumped unhurriedly, avoiding the long knives, and at the same time rushed to clear the slash with a palm.

Qingrun fell to the ground with his palms, and the two of them let out a strange laugh in their mouths for a while, and the five fingers of the claws were like hooks, and their palms pushed out towards Qingrun's heart with ten successful forces.

Feng Tingxin secretly screamed badly, two steps up, picked up the bone knife with his left hand, ripped off the burning red candle from the candlestick with his right hand, and then cut off the oblique red candle with a knife in one hand, while running towards the dwarf, one arm suddenly thrown, the red candle that was cut in two flew out of a beautiful arc to the two or two dwarves, like a hidden weapon obliquely pierced into the body, the momentum was not over, the two of them were pushed away from the tip of the tip and retreated a few feet, and fell into the ground.

Qingrun got up, raised his knife and slashed over, the three of them were all frightened in their eyes, took out a cigarette bomb from their arms, and threw it at the three of them.

With a bang, the room was suddenly filled with smoke, and several people were choked and coughed, waving their arms, and couldn't see anything in front of them.

By the time the smoke receded, the three men had disappeared without a trace.

Only a note on the ground lay quietly.

Feng leaned over and picked up the note, only to see a few words written on it.

She read it out gently: If you want to save Ruoyun, you will take the house twenty miles away, and five days later, Yan Qingcang will come to save it alone.