"Fan'er?" Feng Zhu looked at Xiao Xuejue's stunned fan in surprise. This fan seems to be the one he knows, and it doesn't seem to be.

It looks the same, but the breath emanating from the body is completely different. The fan child I knew before always looked like a shy little daughter, but the fan in front of me had an indifferent and steady breath, and looked more like a person who had experienced a lot of ups and downs.

And it can be seen from the palm that Mi'er stuned Xiao Xuejue just now that Mi'er's cultivation is not low! That's not at all out of the reach of the previous fan.

So, is this fan in front of him the same one he knew before?

After taking a look at Fengzhu, Fan Er didn't pay attention to Fengzhu, but carried Xiao Xuejue to the side, and put Xiao Xuejue in a safe place, as if he didn't intend to let Xiao Xuejue be hurt in the next battle.

As for Fengzhu, she didn't seem to know her, how could she still have the shyness and ignorance of Fengzhu before.

Wind Bamboo: "......"

I have to say that the fan's attitude towards him made him feel a little shocked. The contrast is too great! I only thought that Mi'er might have betrayed Xiao Ye, but I didn't think that Mi'er's personality and attitude would have such a huge reversal.

What's going on?

"Mi'er, go and kill that man." Diyin suddenly remembered that Lang Yu asked him to kill Fengzhu with Mi'er because there seemed to be some kind of affection between men and women between Mi'er and Fengzhu.

Fengzhu is so powerful, he already feels that he is not an opponent at all, and the fan at this time is like a life-saving straw for his flute.

And the fan didn't hear the words of the flute, and looked at Xiao Xuejue with a thoughtful face.

Seeing that Mi'er ignored him, Diyin immediately became angry, "Mi'er, did you hear what I said?" Fan'er! ”

No matter what the flute is called, the fans just ignore it.

The flute was so angry that his face turned red.

Fengzhu on the side was pregnant and looked at Di Yin with a disdainful look, "Hey, hey, what's it called?" Mi'er is my fiancée, if you ask him to kill me, are you looking for death! ”

Thunder: "Shameless." ”

"I said Thunder, what's the matter with you?"

"Humph!"

"What are you humming, I'm not in a good mood right now, you'd better not mess with me."

"Humph!"

“……”

"Humph!"

"Okay, Thunder, I'll let you go today." Fengzhu gritted his teeth at Thunder, and pointed to the flute at the end, "Boy, you're done today." ”

first bombed a person who was exactly the same as him, and then wanted to flirt with his fiancée Fan'er, is he not looking for death? Isn't it, it's clear.

Feng Zhu pointed to the flute like this, and the flute trembled, dragging a serious injury and running away.

"Want to run? Did you run? Seeing that the flute didn't hit and ran away, Fengzhu looked down on such a person, so he flew forward to catch the flute.

Feng Zhu was just about to grab the flute, and suddenly felt a dangerous aura behind him, regardless of thinking about it, Feng Zhu turned around and struck a blow, colliding with the attacking danger, the Xuan Qi crashed away, the air wave exploded the space, and the Feng Zhu and the sudden figure retreated.

Fengzhu looked at Mi'er with a depressed expression.

The fan stood in front of Diyin with an expressionless face, waved his hand calmly, and signaled the frightened Diyin to hurry up.

Diyin came back to his senses, looked at the back of the fan and smiled excitedly, but hurriedly ran away.

Fengzhu wanted to chase after him again, but the fan'er moved his footsteps and blocked Fengzhu's way again.

Wind Bamboo: "......"

Okay, Fengzhu didn't chase any further, exhaled a breath, and raised his eyebrows, "What, my little fan, you not only betrayed your young lady, but even my husband doesn't plan to ask for it?" ”

The fan was silent, and looked at Fengzhu with a serious face.

"You're not going to be a corpse, are you?" Seeing Mi'er's appearance, Fengzhu stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Mi'er's eyes, "The eyes of the corpse servant are not as divine as yours. It seems that you really want to give up on me, don't you think the little boy just now looks better than me? ”

Thunder: "Humph! ”

Fengzhu glanced at Lei Ting, "Can you be more interesting, if I talk to my little lady, you can't be quiet?" ”

Thunder: "Shameless. ”

Wind Bamboo: "......"

"Don't kill the guy you just had." Mi'er said to Fengzhu.

Fengzhu looked back at Mi'er again, "I like that little boy so much?" ”

My heart is really sour, I was taken back by the little girl in front of me and Xiao Ye, Xiao said, it's because the fan likes him, this time with the fan, although there is nothing to talk about you and me, the affection is deep, but when the leisure is easy, flirting with this little girl, it also brings out some feelings. This little girl's liking for him makes him feel a sense of beauty, and he likes to see her shy appearance when he molests her.

But suddenly, this little girl's temperament changed drastically, and she was unusually cold to him, and she may even have empathized with him.

Sad, he's really sad! He has always been so confident in his life, and he was dumped by a little girl, this kind of thing really made him too sad.

"That's my business, anyway, I'm not going to let you kill that person." Mi'er said, in an indifferent tone.

"The more you protect that person like this, the more I want to kill that person, hey, I want to kill someone, but you can't stop me." The fan was so protective of the little boy that Fengzhu's heart suddenly became jealous, and he walked forward, as if he was really going to chase the flute.

The long sword in Mi'er's hand slashed directly towards Fengzhu.

No matter how powerful Mi'er is before, he can only be regarded as a scum in front of Fengzhu, how can this sword really cut Fengzhu? Fengzhu didn't even avoid it, and as soon as his fingers filled with a thick aura were clamped, he sandwiched the sword sharpened by Mi'er between his fingers, his eyes pressed, and he looked at Mi'er with a bit of murder: "Do you really dare to cut?" ”

With that, with a strong snap of his fingers, the sword he was holding broke for him.

Fengzhu is very angry!

Mi'er didn't have the slightest intention of backing down, the tip of the sword was clipped, and the long sword in his hand continued to slash towards Fengzhu. Diyin can't die, this is something that the Seven Princes (Song Yubai) have long explained. After Lang Yu dies, these corpse servants will be dominated by Di Yin, who is not a useless person.

The Seventh Prince also said that fire prevention and thieves should be prevented, and the crown prince Duan Yunya should be prevented......

"A knife on the head of the color word will one day die in the hands of a woman." Lei Ting watched Fengzhu and Mi'er fight together, without a little worry, and even walked to the side and was ready to learn from Gongyuan Shaobao's appearance to sit down and close his eyes to recuperate, and when he really sat down, he saw that Gongyuan Shaobao, who was originally sitting on the side, had disappeared together, as well as the little dragon and lion brought by Gongyuan Shaobao.

Lei Ting frowned slightly, where did Gongyuan Shaobao go? When he left, he didn't even notice it. Looking at the surroundings again, thousands of troops and horses were torn together, but there was no Gongyuan Shaobao and Xiaolongshi.

……

After Youmi'er blocked the wind bamboo, Diyin rushed all the way to the depths of the palace, trying to escape as far as possible. This real wind bamboo is really terrifying, but the palm he received before has already knocked out most of his life, if it really collides with the wind bamboo head-on, his flute sound is not enough even if he has ten lives!

Run, run, run faster than a dog.

Diyin ran in a panic, and looked back from time to time, for fear that the fan didn't block the wind bamboo and let the wind bamboo catch up.

Patronizing and running, patronizing behind him, but not noticing his feet, the flute tripped under his feet, and the whole person flew out, fell into the flowers on the side of the road, and fell into the mud on his face.

Flute cursed a lot of words, and came out of the flowers, looking at the thing in the middle of the road that tripped over him.

It's a person, a small person, a child about six or seven years old.

This child is extremely good-looking, with a delicate and soft face, although he is young, he looks like he has an extraordinary breath and an innate nobility. For this child, Di Yin stared carefully for a while, and then suddenly remembered, wasn't this child one of the few people who appeared with Fengzhu just now?

A child who is unconscious, carried on the back by another person.

As soon as he remembered that the child appeared with Fengzhu, Diyin immediately shuddered, shrank back into the flowers, and cautiously stared at the child lying on the road.

Well, it's the kid.

It looks like such a different child, and it appears with Fengzhu, isn't it simple? But isn't this kid in a coma? How did you get here?

Pitfall?

Diyin had all kinds of conjectures, but he didn't dare to venture out of the flowers to get closer.

After looking at it for a while, the child was finally in a coma, and he didn't sense any other threats nearby, so he cautiously leaned out and walked towards the child.

Standing beside the child, Diyin looked solemn, kicked the little body lightly with his foot, and whispered, "Hey." ”

The people on the ground did not react at all, and lay there as before, not moving.

"Hey." The flute kicked again, but there was still no movement.

It seems that the little guy has passed out completely. Even if he is in a coma, how the hell did this guy come about? With the guy who carried him on his back before? But what about that person? Shouldn't that person still be in the same place as Fengzhu?

A bunch of doubts came to his heart, and Diyin couldn't figure it out, but for a while, he didn't leave immediately, looking at the people on the ground with bright eyes.

He could feel that this little child was different, in addition to the innate temperament, there was also a faint layer of mystery around him. That's the aura of protecting the body. Everyone who has cultivated has cultivated people, when they are in a static state, their bodies will float with such a layer of mystical qi to protect their bodies.

The little guy in front of him, who is only about six or seven, can gush out this kind of faint but energetic Xuan Qi to protect his body, which is simply against normal ethics.

Diyin reached out and touched the child's throat, but before his hand could touch the child's throat, a stone hit him in the back, and he screamed in pain.