The bronze bell of Dangdang resounded in the sky again, shaking the night sky, far more rapid than the last time, the majestic subsidence, and the alarm rang sharply.

Feng Yexin suddenly got up and rushed to the windowsill.

This time it was not only the Fengling Palace, but the entire Fengling City was boiling in an instant. Countless houses in the city were lit up, and many people were shattered by their dreams, and both men and women jumped up from their beds with a grunt, put on their clothes and armor, picked up weapons and arrows, and rushed out of the room, even before they had time to say goodbye to their families.

The streets and alleys that had been empty and quiet were suddenly filled with crowds, and the lieutenants with torches led the people to the main streets, except for the gradually noisy footsteps, no one was flustered and noisy, everything was in order, as if the whole city was a soldier.

Countless small tongues of fire flowed rapidly to the aorta like capillaries, converging into several huge fire dragons, which pounced on the city gates respectively. Several military camps stationed outside the city were even more war drums, the noise was shaking, and the queues were vertical and horizontal.

Feng Yexin's eyes turned sharply. The black camp outside the city walls is the station of the existence battalion. The whole city was shaken, except for the camp of the dead, as if isolated from the world. The more time it gets, the more the battalion of dead soldiers will face the task of nine deaths, or even ten deaths. The silence at this moment is just a precursor to the explosion of murder.

Yan Bing didn't know when he got up, came to the window, came to Feng Yexin's side, the same look, his deep eyes were like the reflection of the starry sky, and his wisdom was boundless.

"I'm going to help him." The heart of the wind is about to come out of the window.

"Not necessarily." Yan Bing looked at the southeast, his eyes flashed: "The sky is killing, the stars are moving, the stars are moving, what Xingfeng is pointing to, Zhao Feichen is also." The more people help, the greater the number of disasters. If you want to be good for him, don't act rashly. ”

Feng Yexin slowed down his body and said puzzledly: "Listening to the direction of the warning, it is clear that the witch is attacking in a big way, how can it be a heavenly killing machine?" ”

"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it."

Yan Bing said lightly: "Witches, the Pangu axe is sharpened, and the punishment of the heavens is punished, and the injustice is slashed. Hongjun is selfless, the Grand Duke of Heaven, Zhao Feichen has been favored by heaven, he deserves to die, didn't you also survive in the first place? It's just that I didn't expect his catastrophe to come so quickly and so violently! ”

Yan Bing's expression suddenly paused, and he was surprised: "It's actually a series of robberies, the outside is a soldier, and the inside is a love killing, does he have any unrevealed abilities?" actually provoked such a violent counterattack from the Heavenly Dao? ”

Feng Yexin followed her gaze and looked down at the corner of the palace garden, and said in a lost voice: "Third brother! When did he come back? ”

Kazeyudu was half-lying on a soft chair, surrounded by samurai. The originally handsome face was full of resentment, and a deep stick mark crossed the face, and the stick mark was blue and purple and raised high, and the face was even more hideous by the dazzling firelight around him.

He Qiao'er was knelt in front of him by two warriors twisting his arms, the palm prints on his handsome cheeks were convex, and there was blood foam on the corners of his mouth, as if he had been slapped back and forth, and the longbow headshot was thrown far to the side.

She didn't care about her arms that were about to be broken, she tried to hold her waist high, and glared at Feng Yudu viciously, without the slightest intention of giving in.

"Dare to hurt me!" Feng Yudu's teeth were about to be crushed, and the stick marks on his face not only made his face twitch in pain, but also made him feel humiliated like never before, even if He Qiao'er was cut with a thousand knives, it couldn't ease the monstrous hatred in his heart.

He didn't want to think about it, if he hadn't heard that Zhao Feichen's companion was in the backyard, he hurried over and wanted to use He Qiao'er to take revenge on Zhao Feichen, how could he be resisted by the unyielding He Qiao'er?

"! I...... I'm going to bury you in the pit of the coon's house, and let the sluts drown in the shit......"

Feng Yudu snorted with anger, and suddenly laughed again: "But before I go again, I want to let you taste all the humiliation in the world, and Zhao Feichen's name will be engraved all over your body!" Ha ha! ”

"Phew!" He Qiao'er had never seen such a vicious person and heard such a tyrannical thing, and finally showed an unconcealable fear in her pretty eyes, and hissed: "Brother Feichen will not let you go!" ”

"I'm afraid he won't come to me!" Feng Yudu's eyes were extremely resentful, and he smiled sadly: "Without him watching, even if you toss to death, it will be very boring." ”

After all, He Qiao'er is a hunter in the mountains, and she is so afraid that she will be brutal, so she actually ignored her twisted arms, stepped forward violently, and bit Feng Yudu's face viciously with her white teeth.

The fierce movements and fierce eyes made Feng Yudu's expression freeze in horror, and his blue face turned white in an instant.

It's a pity that the warriors on both sides are brave, and they press He Qiao'er, whose knees have left the ground, back to the ground. His knees slammed into the cobblestones, his bones cracked, and his shirt was soaked in blood. If you think about it, you know how painful it is.

He Qiao'er was just a young girl after all, and finally inevitably showed her weak side, tears couldn't stop rolling down, and she muttered: "Brother Feichen, save Qiao'er, Brother Feichen, woo woo......"

Tears, sadness and helplessness, rain with pear blossoms, and poor little appearance, so that the royal warriors around him who helped to abuse him couldn't bear to look at it anymore. Only Feng Yudu showed an excited smile, which seemed to be full of happiness!

In the distance, by the window on the top floor of the small building. Feng Yexin's face was covered with frost, his eyes were cold, and he said angrily: "Damn, how could he be so vicious, even a little girl is so abusive." ”

Yan Bing said lightly: "If there is a result, there must be a cause, this is the cause of Zhao Feichen's provocation, and he is in the calamity, he can only resolve it personally, if you forcibly intervene, not only will it increase the variables, but the result may not be as you wish." ”

"But ......" the wind turned his mind to the southeast outside the city. Zhao Feichen's figure has long been completely lost in the chaotic military camp.

"There's no way he'll be able to make it!" Feng Yexin reluctantly came to a conclusion.

Her first impression of Zhao Feichen was too bad, and the image of being unambitious and cowardly was deeply rooted in her mind, even if the holy maiden strictly ordered it, and even the influence of the Wind God's imperial edict, it could not erase the bad feeling for Zhao Feichen in her heart.

However, Feng Yudu's behavior disgusted her even more, and she began to cheer for Zhao Feichen in her heart. Although he knew that the chance was slim, he still prayed silently to the wind god, hoping that Zhao Feichen could catch up in time.

Of course, Zhao Feichen, the god of wind, is not very effective. Feng Yudu actually ignored the injuries that had not yet healed, struggled to get up from the recliner, reached out and pinched He Qiaoer's cheeks, and took out a short knife with his right hand, and scraped her face with the sharp tip of the knife.

He looked condescendingly at this frightened face, and showed a cruel smile, as if he had a kind of pleasure in conquering.

Seeing that the tip of Feng Yudu's knife was scratched, Feng Yexin couldn't bear it anymore after all, and left all the warnings of the saint behind, fluttered according to the window, and flew in the air.

Yan Bing could have easily blocked it, but he didn't stop it, and sighed in a low voice: "If you should be robbed, you will be like giving birth to a child, and the melon will be ripe." It turned out that Zhao Feichen was not the only one who should be robbed...... And you. ”

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