"But I have no grievances with you, and you kill me like this, won't your conscience hurt?" The wind is soft, and the tone remains the same.

Upon hearing this, the assassin behind him chuckled and said, "Do you know who I am? I'm an assassin, I specialize in killing people, as long as others have money, I will kill whoever he asks me to kill, isn't it a bit too much for you to talk to me about your conscience with people like me? Do you look like a man of conscience with your eyes wide open?"

Feng Xiao said in a relaxed tone, "I just asked in passing, don't take it so seriously, but I will be relieved to hear you say so."

Hearing this, the Assassin raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?"

Feng smiled softly, but didn't say much.

The assassin had a bad feeling, and the sword in his hand moved, only to hear him say in a deep voice, "Wind Sect Leader, it's time to take your head to see your Yan Lang."

But at that moment, the assassin suddenly felt a tingling pain in his wrist, and he looked down to see that his sword hand had been slashed from the wrist at some point.

He had been standing here, and he was so sharp that he hadn't noticed when Feng Xian had reached him with the knife and cut him without him knowing.

It was too late to say that it was too late, and the assassin only wanted to stab at the wind again for a moment, but a cold dagger was faster, more accurate and more ruthless than his movements, and that dagger had already slammed into his heart.

Feng stood up slowly and watched as the assassin thumped to the ground.

Feng watched the assassin's pained expression as she said expressionlessly, "Didn't you just ask me what I meant? I mean, if you can kill innocents indiscriminately, then if I kill you, my conscience will not ache."

The corner of the assassin's mouth on the ground twitched fiercely, and it turned out that the clown was himself.

Feng Xian couldn't help but sigh and said, "I'm not a person who likes to kill, but I don't like others to kill me even more, although killing you will dirty my place, but I can't help it."

At this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and when Feng looked up, he saw that Xuanyuan Changkong was standing at her door without knowing when.

Feng Xian couldn't help frowning, but when he saw the young man dressed in brocade Shi Shiran walking in, his expression did not change at all.

Feng Xian subconsciously blocked the assassin from Xuanyuan Changkong, but his mouth had already said, "What are you doing? Get out of here."

Xuanyuan Changkong raised his clear eyes and looked at him and said, "Sister, I've seen it all, you can't stop it."

Without waiting for Feng to speak carefully, he said again, "Besides, I'm not a child anymore, don't I just kill someone? What is there to be afraid of? Sister, you look down on people too much."

Feng frowned and said, "Changkong, you are still young, these things should not appear in front of you......

"Is my sister trying to protect me?"

The young man looked at her with a pair of bright eyes, but he couldn't speak.

"It's a pity that I won't let my sister protect me, I'll protect my sister."

"Sister, you opened the Feng Family Tutoring Workshop to teach this group of gentlemen the art of sword, fist, and war, don't you just want that when war and chaos come, they can carry a knife to protect Feiyan City?"

"I'm the third son of Feiyan City, my hands will be stained with blood sooner or later, and now I'm just watching an assassin who doesn't make it into the flow, this is just a piece of cake for me, and I will always face these things one day."

Although Feng Xian knew that he was reasonable, she always felt that this little boy was still the ignorant and cute child who hugged her and called her sister when she first met.

Even though Xuanyuan Changkong has changed in essence in the Feng Family Education Workshop, she still feels that Xuanyuan Changkong is still a clean and ignorant child.

"Sister, get out of the way, you can stop an assassin, but you can't stop me in the future."

Feng looked at the persistent young man in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh lightly, and said, "That's it, just watch it if you want to."

When she moved away from the Assassin, she saw Xuanyuan slowly approaching the Assassin, and he whispered to the wind, "Sister, you go out

Leave the rest to me."

Feng nodded carefully and said, "I'll call Leng Yesheng over."

After the wind was gone, Xuanyuan Changkong took out a dagger from his sleeve, and he smiled and said slowly to the assassin on the ground who had not completely lost his breath, "You dare to assassinate her? It's interesting."

As his dagger was raised, deep fear flashed in the Assassin's eyes.

The sound of knives inserting into flesh and bones resounded in the room......

Seeing that the assassin's face had been stabbed to shreds, Xuanyuan Changkong slowly withdrew his hand.

In the room, I only heard him say faintly: "If you dare to hurt her, I will let you die an ugly death."

After Leng Yesheng heard the wind say that an assassin had assassinated her, he was startled, and when he saw that the wind was fine, he hurriedly took someone to the wind and the room to deal with the aftermath.

But when the group of them came to the door of the room, they saw Xuanyuan walking out with a dagger stained with slimy blood in his hand.

Seeing them, Xuanyuan Changkong did not panic at all, and the young man walked away step by step with a cold face.

Leng Yesheng had fought with bandits on the way to escape the famine, and he knew very well what was on the dagger in Xuanyuan Changkong.

It seemed that he was ready to do so, but when he stepped into the room and saw the assassin's face that had been stabbed into a hornet's nest, Leng Yesheng still couldn't hold back the nausea churning in his stomach.

One by one, the rest of the people who came with them fell on the door and began to vomit.

This assassin, the death statue is really ugly.

After Leng Yesheng took care of the aftermath of the assassination, he felt the need to come to Feng to talk about it in detail.

When Feng listened carefully to Leng Yesheng's account of the assassin's final encounter, Feng Xian couldn't help but frown.

Because she remembered Old Man Long's evaluation of Xuanyuan Changkong again.

Xuanyuan Changkong is the person who can become a Buddha with one thought, and can become a demon with one thought.

At that time, Old Man Long said that if Xuanyuan uses his skills in the right place in the future, that is a good thing, otherwise, it will be a disaster in the world.

It's just that you have to know that you need to refrain from upholding your own good thoughts, but it's very easy to indulge your evil thoughts.

The old dragon's head said, full of pessimism.

Although the assassin who came to assassinate her really deserved to die, Xuanyuan Changkong's approach was chilling.

Leng Yesheng looked at her frowning brows, and couldn't help but say, "You don't have to worry, Xuanyuan Changkong is the third son of the old city lord of Xuanyuan, I think he will have his own bottom line in the future no matter what, and no one can say anything about the future, so don't worry about it secretly."

Feng nodded slightly, "You're right, I really shouldn't dwell on this matter anymore. By the way, this assassin is here because of Yan Lang, I ...... I'm probably going to find out who Yan Lang really is."