"Wait!" Seeing that Han Feng wanted to kill himself, the mid-level magician's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that Han Feng's temper would be so bad. Originally, he wanted to delay the time and wait until his companion returned, and then find a way to get out. Unexpectedly, Han Feng didn't say a few words, and he was about to kill someone. "I said, don't do it, don't do it, I said!"

"Say it. Han Feng was noncommittal, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, but the movement of condensing magic power stopped.

"I said, I said. The mid-level magician who had escaped death had a gloomy expression, as if he was weighing whether he should say it or not. After hesitating for a moment, when he saw the impatience on Han Feng's face, a cold sweat suddenly fell. Regardless of what will happen in the future, if you can't satisfy the whole evil star, you won't even have a chance to see the sun tomorrow.

"Actually, my companion and I are freelance mercenaries. He pondered. "We saw you in the city buying on a large scale, and we wanted to make money, so we followed you all the way, wanting to get a vote. Unexpectedly, it was discovered by you. ”

"Do you want to see money?" Han Feng's expression turned cold, and the short knife inserted under the opponent's ribs went in a few more points. "You know? I don't like hard bones, but I hate people who pretend to be clever tricksters in front of me. Because, they always make me waste my time. ”

"I didn't lie to you. Really!" Seeing that Han Feng didn't believe it, the intermediate magician panicked in his heart, but his face remained silent. "I know it's wrong! As long as you don't kill me, I'll give you everything of value on me. "It's not that he doesn't know that Han Feng is doubting his identity, but when he has a hard time. Even if he thought about it with his toes, he knew that Han Feng would never let him go. On the contrary, if he insisted that he was just interested in making money, Han Feng might let himself go without evidence.

"Okay, let's talk about who sent you to follow me, and what is your purpose in following me?" Facing the mid-level magician's categorical denial, Han Feng didn't seem to hear it at all. "I'm really curious about these questions. You are a smart person. I think you're going to give me a satisfactory answer, right?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about?" the mid-level magician's face changed miserably. "Nobody asked me to follow you, it was my own will. It's only because I'm interested in getting rich that I'm following you with my companions. ”

"Let me guess who filmed you. Han Feng didn't seem to hear the words of the intermediate magician's denial, and began to talk to himself. "The He family sent you here. They killed my parents just to take the Ice Roar. I sent you here to find an opportunity to get rid of me, so that I could cut down the grass and eradicate the roots. Let's guess who is the mastermind. I think it should be He Shaolong, the eldest young master of the He family. ”

"I don't know what He family is, and I don't know what He Shaolong is. Every time Han Feng said a word, the mid-level magician's face turned pale, but he still didn't admit that he was sent by He Shaolong.

"You know what? I usually throw away things that don't work. Han Feng punched the magic power that the intermediate magician had secretly condensed to disperse. While the two were talking, the intermediate magician had been secretly condensing his magic power, probably trying to break the net. However, before he could make any moves, he was scattered by Han Feng's condensed magic with a punch. "Of course I won't keep those who are useless. Anyway, your appearance already tells me who the real murderer is. ”

"Don't kill me!" The last trace of luck of the intermediate magician was also shattered, and he begged Han Feng for mercy in a panic. "I'll tell you the truth, as long as you don't kill me, I'll tell you all. ”

Han Feng frowned as he looked at the mid-level magician's bleeding wound and his increasingly pale face. After a moment's hesitation, he pulled out the dagger and slammed it directly at the other man's throat. When the dagger was drawn, scarlet blood poured out. Before the intermediate magician could snort, a cloud of ice magic pressed against the wound, freezing the wound and stopping the bleeding temporarily.

"Thank you!" the intermediate mage glanced at Han Feng with a grateful look. If he continues to bleed like this, he will probably be in danger of his life because of excessive bleeding. Although Han Feng's approach was very rough, it could save his life.

"Alright. Han Feng didn't accept the mid-level magician's thanks, and urged with a frown. "Don't talk so much nonsense, just tell me what you know. ”

"Yes, yes. "With injuries in his body and a short knife against his throat, the intermediate magician no longer has the ability to resist, so he can only obediently obey Han Feng's mercy. "My name is Mo Gaoyang, and I am an intermediate magician under the He family. I and a few of my companions, the same junior magicians you saw earlier, were ordered to follow you. ”

"Wait!" Han Feng suddenly interrupted Mo Gaoyang's words. "Whose order did you say? Also, what are you trying to do with me? Did your disappeared companion go back to report the news?"

Mo Gaoyang glanced at Han Feng strangely, not understanding why he asked knowingly. However, the situation is stronger than people, and he replied honestly: "Just like you said, it is our He family's eldest young master, He Shaolong, who ordered us to follow you." ”

Sure enough, it's him! This ungrateful bastard, I will never let him go! Han Feng was originally just guessing, but now he was confirmed from Mo Gaoyang's mouth, and the anger in his heart was simply indescribable.

Mo Gaoyang secretly glanced at Han Feng and found that he was completely angry at this time. swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, he was afraid that Han Feng would directly turn his face and kill people if he didn't agree with him, so he could only continue to talk hard. "Young Master······ No, this guy He Shaolong asked us to follow you. He said that as soon as you leave Jianghai City, you will report to him immediately. If... If we had the chance, he would have let us go straight to... Direct··· Directly..." The more Mo Gaoyang spoke, the quieter his voice became, and he didn't dare to say it.

"Say!" Han Feng's eyes widened and he said coldly.

Mo Gaoyang was taken aback, but under Han Feng's glare, he still cried and said the rest of the words honestly: "He asked us to get rid of you directly!"

After saying that, he didn't even dare to look at Han Feng's face, for fear that he would be killed.

"Cut the grass and eradicate the roots! What a good plan!" To Mo Gaoyang's surprise, Han Feng did not get angry on the spot, but seemed very calm. "Yes, you're being honest, go on. ”

No matter how bad his brain is, Mo Gaoyang will not think that Han Feng has really calmed down now. On the contrary, his anger is already at a tipping point, ready to explode at any moment. Just like on the eve of a storm, there is always an unusually calm. Han Feng's unusually calm not only did not make Mo Gaoyang feel at ease, but was extremely depressed. Even if Han Feng suddenly broke out and killed him with a knife, he wouldn't feel strange.

In Mo Gaoyang's anxiety, Han Feng still didn't burst out of anger in the end. This made Mo Gaoyang feel even more frightened while breathing a sigh of relief. Han Feng now feels like a volcano that may erupt at any time, and he doesn't know when it will erupt. If Han Feng had a seizure at the first time, then Mo Gaoyang would not have been so afraid. But Han Feng was obviously very angry, but he still kept quiet, which made him even more afraid. Everyone is afraid of death, but death is at most a momentary thing. And knowing that death is near, but there is nothing to be done, but can only wait for death to come, this can arouse the fear in people's hearts even more.

"After we saw you leave Jianghai City, we sent someone back to inform He Shaolong. We, we will continue to follow you and show him the way. Seeing that Han Feng had no intention of continuing to speak, Mo Gaoyang could only continue to speak. Of course, he didn't dare to say that he had plans to kill Han Feng to receive the reward.

"Directions? Han Feng's words made Mo Gaoyang break out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, Han Feng didn't mean to delve into it. "Alright, you're done with what you're going to say. Now I'll ask, and you answer. Got it?"

"Understood!" What else can Mo Gaoyang say? The situation is stronger than people, if he doesn't want to die, no matter what Han Feng says, he must obediently do it. Otherwise, if Han Feng is unhappy, kill him directly, and then find someone to reason.

"Very good!" Han Feng was very satisfied with Mo Gaoyang's knowledge, and he didn't continue to embarrass Mo Gaoyang. "Let me ask you, why did He Shaolong send you to kill me?"

"I don't know very well about this. Mo Gaoyang pondered in his heart, and secretly observed Han Feng's face with the corner of his eye. "However, I heard that it seems that it was He Shaolong who wanted to get something from you. But I don't know exactly what the situation is. ”

"Then do you know that He Shaolong killed my parents. Han Feng's expression became extremely hideous, and he almost wanted to choose someone to devour. "Just to snatch the Ice Roar, he had my parents killed. They are just two ordinary people who don't know anything. ”

In Han Feng's crazy roar, Mo Gaoyang trembled. Han Feng's current state is obviously not normal, as the culprit He Shaolong is not here, he is likely to be used as a scapegoat and become the target of Han Feng's anger.

"I've said all I know, can you let me go now? As long as I am honest, you will not kill me. Seeing that Han Feng had no intention of letting him go, Mo Gaoyang had to have the courage to remind Han Feng.

"Let you go?" Hearing Mo Gaoyang's words, Han Feng retreated from his crazy state and glanced at Mo Gaoyang indifferently. "Of course I will. Han Feng slowly removed the short knife and left Mo Gaoyang's throat. Just when Mo Gaoyang breathed a sigh of relief, Han Feng stabbed the knife into his chest with lightning speed.

"For... Why?" Mo Gaoyang looked at Han Feng with a hideous face in shock, and his strength was lost with the blood lost. He used his last strength, tightly holding Han Feng's hand holding the knife and refusing to let go, as if he was complaining or pleading.

However, none of this could arouse Han Feng's sympathy. He was completely unmoved, kicked Mo Gaoyang to the ground, and held the knife in his right hand to stir it, opening a big hole in the wound. Then, he watched indifferently as Mo Gaoyang's eyes gradually became hollow, and finally lost their luster completely.

"Maybe you don't know anything, but you are He Shaolong's subordinate. That alone makes me not let you go. Han Feng's face was very bad, this was his first time killing someone, how could he be calm. If it weren't for hatred, he wouldn't even have taken the initiative to kill. "My revenge has just begun, and everyone who has something to do with He Shaolong has to die!" Now Han Feng has been carried away by hatred, and he does not hesitate to transfer his hatred to all those related to He Shaolong.

After killing Mo Gaoyang, Han Feng did not choose to leave immediately. He was going to take advantage of this opportunity to kill the remaining junior mages along with him. For him, as long as it is something that can cause the He family to suffer losses, he will do it. Han Feng's strength had already reached the level of an intermediate magician, which was a lot higher than that of a junior magician. Coupled with the mental arithmetic and unintentional, it is easy to solve the remaining few junior magicians.

Han Feng waited in place, and when those junior magicians who had gained nothing returned, he would directly attack and kill. When he killed a few junior magicians, he didn't feel as uncomfortable as he did when he killed Mo Gaoyang. Maybe it's already feeling numb, maybe it's the thrill of revenge that masks the discomfort of killing.