In the next few days, Feng Xueran did not practice, got up together in the morning, first ate with his family, then discussed cultivation with his sister, played with Yaran, and sometimes, he would be coquettish with his mother.

And the wind is in the sky, it is rare to see a figure every day, it is said, it is to deal with family affairs.

In addition, the descendants of the Feng family found a problem: that is, the Feng family lived.

In the past, the young master was in retreat, and the eldest lady was obsessed with cultivation every day, and rarely saw a human figure. As for the second young lady, in addition to cultivation every day, she stays in the young master's snow garden, sometimes for a day.

Now the eldest lady still cultivates often, but she doesn't only know how to cultivate, several times, people have seen the eldest lady ask the family master some questions about cultivation, and sometimes, they will see the scene of the young master and the eldest lady laughing and playing together.

And what about the second miss? The smile on her face was almost unbroken, and everywhere in the house, the happy laughter of the second miss floated every day. What's even more incredible is that the people once saw that the second lady, who had always been afraid of the head of the family, was lying on the lap of the head of the family, and the young master was watching with a smile on the side, but the head of the house seemed to be a little at a loss.

The head of the family still has a cold face, but when people are careful, they still see a little difference. The current head of the family, the expression on his face is much softer than the previous 10,000-year-old iceberg, and from time to time, he will see a faint smile on the face of the head of the family, although this smile is very light, but as long as you are careful, you can still see it.

Actually, these are nothing, and the most lively is the master's side. Speaking of excitement, Lin Xin'er didn't do anything when she arrived, she just ordered someone to make some clothes and let the kitchen stew some supplements. Only, if she ignored the extra amount of fabric that had been piled up in the yard and the clay pots of soup that were about to fill the kitchen, she really didn't do anything.

That night, seeing off my sister and sister, Feng Xueran stood by the window, enjoying the peace of the night.

Yes, it's tranquility. Feng Xueran has always been quiet, few people came to his small courtyard before, these days, because he and his family haven't seen each other for a year, so he is a little laissez-faire. The other night, Feng Qingyun and Ya'er always went back very late.

Shaking his head, closing the window, Feng Xueran walked to the bed, took off his coat, and began to sleep.

There was silence all around, and it wasn't long before the room was filled with the sound of even breathing in the snow.

About half an hour later, the window was opened from the outside with a "snort".

The person who came cautiously flashed into the house, walked to the side of the bed gently, and after seeing the appearance of the person on the bed, he took out a knife and quickly stabbed it at the heart of the person on the bed.

Just as the dagger was about to approach, Feng Xueyan suddenly opened his eyes, and before he could see his own situation, he instinctively rolled to the side.

Suddenly seeing Feng Xue Ran open his eyes, the person who came was stunned, and the attack in his hand couldn't help but slow down, but it happened to let Feng Xue Ran dodge the fatal knife.

Dodging a blow, Feng Xueran quickly pulled the brocade quilt on the bed and threw it at the comer, and at the same time twisted his body and rolled over from the side to the ground.

The person who came fell short with a knife, the corner of his eye aimed at the object flying towards him, under the operation of the source force, a handful of flames, burning quickly, the brocade was ignited when it met the fire, and under the cover of the fire, the person who came waved out with a palm, and the whole big bed was shattered in an instant.

Under the impact of the source force, the burning brocade was torn apart, and the sparks fell on the wooden furniture, burning rapidly.

When the person came to swing that palm, the wind and snow burned right on the ground.

Feng Xueran, who escaped a blow this time, did not run away immediately, the source of life flowed, and ten percent of the source power was in his right hand, slapping at the comer.

The person who came fell into the air, then he knew that it was not good, and the strong wind behind him hit, and in a hurry, he raised his knife and stabbed it backhand at the place where the strong wind came.

Ignoring the cold of the blade, the wind and snow did not dodge or dodge, and the offensive in his hands accelerated.

His body was slightly tilted, and his eyes flashed with a crazy light.

It's not that Feng Xueran didn't think about escaping, and it's not that he didn't have a chance to escape.

It's just that since someone dares to assassinate the young master of the Feng family in the Feng family's mansion, he must have something to rely on, or the kind of person who doesn't want to die.

And no matter which one it is, with his current cultivation, it is impossible to escape.

Since you can't escape, then fight, as long as it's not a fatal injury, believe that your life source is in your body, how can you die so easily.

A fire had already ignited in the room, and the firelight was reflected on Xue Ran's face, and the expression of the wind and snow burning was clearly extinguished, and it was not real, only the eyes that shone with a crazy light were clearly shining.

The fire in the snow garden was especially evident in the dark night, and when the night watchman saw it, he shouted at the top of his voice: "The water has gone...... Walked the water......"

Suddenly, the entire Fengjia mansion was brightly lit.

When Feng Xiangtian heard the sound, he woke up from his sleep, and before he could put on his coat, the wind attribute source power was running, and he soared onto the roof, and when he saw that the place where the fire started was the direction of the snow garden, he quickly swept away.

It's just that the speed of the wind is still a little slower.

When he arrived, he saw a man in black flash out of the snow park.

An invisible wind blade came out without thinking about it, hitting the chest of the man in black.

The man in black was so badly injured that he fell to the ground.

He didn't bother to see if the man in black was dead, and the wind flashed in through the open door.

When he saw the man in black, Feng Xiangtian knew that something was wrong, and when he entered the house at this time, the scene that caught his eyes made him frightened.

In the messy room, his precious son was lying in a pool of blood, and there was a knife stuck in his heart.

Stumbled for a moment, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, Feng Xiangtian opened his eyes and looked closely, the scene in front of him did not change.

I couldn't believe everything in front of me, and Feng Xiangtian froze in place.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and the red flames licked up the clothes of the wind to the sky, and the wind turned a deaf ear.

Until the corner of his son's clothes reflected the fire, the wind direction genius woke up like a dream.

tremblingly stepped forward, carefully picked up his son's small figure, and flashed out the door.

Outside, because the place where he lived was close to the Snow Garden, Yaran, who had arrived early, happened to see the scene of his father killing people.

It's not that I haven't seen blood, but at this moment, seeing my father, who has always been scared, his eyes are cold, and with a wave of his hand full of murderous aura, a living person fell to the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground, Yaran was deeply stimulated.

Subconsciously looked up to look for a familiar figure, but found that there was a fiery red in front of him. Looking at the fire in front of him, Yaran couldn't believe it, half an hour ago, he was still playing with his sister and brother here, and in just half an hour, there was a fire here.

Looking up and looking around blankly, after being sure that the place he was carrying now was indeed the Snow Garden, Yaran finally remembered that he was afraid.

Yaran is only thirteen years old, and at the age of thirteen, she is protected so well by her father and sister that she doesn't know what to do now.

Squatting down stupidly, Yaran cried and said, "Sister, where are you?" Daddy, mother, Ya'er is so scared, brother, where have you been? Why haven't you come yet?"

Yaran was very sad, in the past, as long as he was a little unwell, there would be many people to comfort and ask, but today, he has been crying for a long time, but no one has paid attention to it.

Did they all want me anymore? Did they say everything they used to say false?

The seeds of doubt were planted in my heart.

This incident left an indelible shadow in Yaran's heart.

There are some things that are hard to forget, especially those that are important to you and that impress you.