Two figures suddenly appeared in mid-air.

"Damn! I almost could kill that seventh-order flying beast. The man in white looked at Feng Qingge's distant figure viciously.

They chased the Flying Beast for a month, and finally killed the Flying Beast, but the woman didn't know what to throw and caused the Flying Beast to run away.

"Master, my subordinates went down and killed her to vent their hatred."

"It doesn't matter."

The man in red didn't care at all, and under the silver mask, a pair of deep eyes stared thoughtfully at Feng Qingge's back.

The breeze hit, and the red robe on his body was slightly open, revealing a jade-like chest, half-exposed and half-covered to tempt people's hearts.

The man in white was unwilling, clenching the sword in his hand, and the green tendons in his hands were tense.

"Master, the trail of the flying beast is hidden, this time it is not easy to find it, I don't know if it can be found next time."

"Let this woman go first."

The corners of the red-clothed man's lips were slightly hooked, creating a beautiful arc.

The man in white was very aggrieved and didn't dare to refute.

The next time he met, he would definitely cramp and skin her to vent his hatred.

The man in white suppressed his anger and said: "The beast tide appeared for the first time in the Misty Forest, and there was a vision in the sky before, maybe there are other changes in the forest, what should we do next?" ”

"Back to the city."

The man glanced at the direction in which Feng Qingge had disappeared and stepped away.

Feng Qingge rode the spirit horse and galloped all the way until he came out of the edge of the misty forest.

After picking some elixir to breathe for one night, her injuries were only thirty percent old, and she needed more time to recuperate with this body.

Feng Qingge rode the spirit horse again and headed all the way to the city.

In the evening, Feng Qingge greeted the morning glow, appeared on the street in bloody clothes, and the surrounding people avoided one after another.

The ancestral house of the Feng family is in the city, backed by the imperial city, and the construction is very majestic, and the grandeur of the house can be seen from afar.

"Bang ......"

Feng Qingge rode a spirit horse and directly crashed into the gate of the Feng family, and with a broken door, he was hit in the face by Ming Huang's provocation!

There was confusion inside the door, and the man was heard shouting.

"What thing that doesn't know life and death dares to trespass on the Feng family and live impatiently?"

The sky was dark, Feng Qingge was dressed in blood, his face was ugly, and he came riding a spirit horse.

The front hooves of the spirit horse jumped up, and the momentum was like a rainbow, so frightened that the subordinates who had just arrived screamed.

The leader saw Feng Qingge's face and vomited a few times: "Where did you come from, ugly monsters, if you don't want to die, get away!" ”

"The last person who told me to get out of the boat, I don't know how many times I've had a baby."

"Ugly monster, this Feng family is not a place for you to spread wild, now kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, the master will let you go, otherwise you will be beaten to death."

The leader looked at the guards behind him who had cultivated well, and was full of confidence.

"If you kneel down and admit your mistake to the master now, I will spare you...... Ah......h

Feng Qingge turned over and dismounted, grabbed his neck with one hand and picked him up.

"Let me kneel, can you stand it?"

"Bold! Put me down! Is the Feng family a place where you are a lowly person who is presumptuous? ”

A man dressed as a butler ran over, his eyes wide with rage, and swept the guards who were standing on the side.

"Are you blind? Everyone ran to the door to spread wild, and you are still here in a daze? Don't take her down yet. ”

"Oh?" Feng Qingge was embarrassed, imposing, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he was indescribably rampant: "I didn't know that a little housekeeper was so majestic?" and the sins of their masters. ”

"Master?" The butler sneered, "My master is a beggar like you, can you pretend to be?" Come on, beat me to death with a stick!"