Chapter Seventy-Five: Why Don't You Call It
Everyone has the right to survive, fleeing for their lives, Feng Nineteen never felt that he was betraying his master.
Although King Rui has the grace of knowing herself, but after calling herself for so many years, she has done all the evil and dirty things, and she has already paid back that kindness.
She doesn't owe it to King Rui.
"I was born a man, not a slave." Feng Shijiu's eyebrows were slightly pressed, his eyes were sharp and resolute, and he was like a boundless wave, "He is kind to me, and I will repay the kindness, and now the favor has been repaid, and between us, the two are clear." β
Therefore, what betrayal of the Lord is pure nonsense.
With killing intent in his heart, Feng Nineteen's offensive was even more fierce than the other party.
Maybe it's talent, she is really talented in killing people.
If it was a little exhausting at the beginning, it has slowly gained the upper hand at this moment.
Slowly, the offensive was fierce, and those who wanted to take people's heads became Feng Nineteen.
The opposite killer slows down.
If you look closely, you will find that his arm wrapped in black cloth is already scarred at the moment, and even the fabric on his arm has almost become a strip.
Finally, Feng Jiu grabbed an opportunity, the sword light in his hand slashed in the air, and with a cold light, a blood line rushed out of the man's chest, and he snorted and fell down heavily.
Feng Nineteen walked up to him and looked at him condescendingly.
When the wound was cut, she left her hand behind, and the movement was downward, because it hurt her collarbone, not her throat.
But the injury was not light, the man gasped frantically, and when he saw Feng Nineteen approaching, he clenched the sword in his hand and wanted to get up, but he was stepped on by a kick.
"I advise you to be honest." Feng Shijiu still wrapped one hand around Mu Weixian, and at this moment she had forgotten the fact that she had brought one more person.
staring at the man in black, even if she saw the man in black masked, she had no desire to pull it down.
Those who do what they do, walk in the dark all year round, can change their faces at any time, and their appearance doesn't matter.
"I'll answer you." Feng Nineteen, "How did you determine that I was in this place?" β
This is something she wonders about.
Although this is indeed her hometown, she lived like an outcast before she entered the palace - well, she was actually an outcast.
Before entering the palace, she was sent by her family to the buyers, escaped halfway, became a beggar, and was then picked up by King Rui's people.
It stands to reason that he shouldn't have found out where his hometown was.
The man in black didn't answer, and closed his eyes very stiffly: "The skills are not as good as others, I am willing to bow to the wind, I want to kill or chop, listen to the respect." β
Feng Jiu silently moved his foot to his throat: "If I step on it......"
"......" The man in black opened his eyes violently.
Even if he is a killer and doesn't care about the afterlife, he feels that this way of death is a bit humiliating.
"We're peers." Afraid that he would really be trampled to death, the man in black held back and held back such a sentence.
Feng Jiu's tone was calm: "I haven't seen you show mercy to my subordinates." β
The foot girl shook: "So you don't say it!" β
"I don't know." The man in black still compromised, his voice was silent, and even a little sad, "I'm just acting on orders." β
The Feng Nineteen Ghost Messenger asked a little more: "Whose order is it, King Rui?" β
I thought he would nod, but the latter shook his head and said calmly, "I don't know." β
Feng Jiu stared at him, and the black-clothed person tried to open his eyes wide to meet her in order to show his sincerity.
However, the night was too dark, even if the moonlight was bright, it was no better than the day, and Feng Shijiu could only vaguely see two oily lights.
He wasn't lying.
Intuition is like this, Feng Jiu couldn't get the answer he wanted, he was very dissatisfied, and he twisted his eyebrows and scolded: "Even my own master doesn't know who it is, waste!" β
Hearing this, the black-clothed man's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but finally shut up.
"Forget it, let's go." Feng Nineteen raised his feet.
The man in black didn't expect this kind of development, and his eyes widened in surprise.
Feng Jiu was a little depressed and said, "For the sake of you being a junior, spare your life." β
The man in black couldn't believe that such a good thing could really happen to him.
Feng 19: "Don't leave yet?" β
The man in black was even more unbelievable when he was sure that she was sincere, but he got up very neatly.
Feng Jiu spoke in time: "Don't forget to go back and tell your master, just say that I am dead." β
"I don't want to see any more peers coming, you know?"
The man in black nodded: "Understood." β
Seeing that she had nothing to say, lest she regret it, he turned around and ran.
The desire to live stimulates the potential of the body, and even if it is seriously injured, it can run fast.
But he was obviously not in good shape, and he didn't know where he stopped, causing a dog to bark.
Dog barking is also contagious, the first dog barks, then the second, then the third......
What was supposed to be a quiet night suddenly became noisy.
In the same place, Feng Nineteen always felt that he had forgotten something.
"Lady?" Mu Weixian had already broken free from the quilt wrapped around his body, and when he saw the man in black running, he trotted over from a distance.
Feng Jiu subconsciously looked over, staring at the figure he was running to, and suddenly his soul was blessed, remembering something, his fingers covered his face violently, and he wanted to cry without tears.
Damn, forgot to ask where that guy came from!
Maybe the man wasn't sent by King Ruiβthough it's unlikely.
"Lady?" Before Mu Weixian got closer, he saw her suddenly make such a move, and he was immediately startled, and called out cautiously.
Feng Shijiu's face was so frustrated that he forgot to ask more.
"Lady, what's wrong with you?" Mu Weixian's face was full of worry.
Feng Jiu glanced at him: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly remembered something." β
Mu Weixian opened a pair of big eyes, as if asking.
"I suddenly remembered ......" stared at him with dark eyes, perhaps because of the night, or maybe because he had just seen blood, and his eyes looked a little strange at this moment.
Feng Jiu suddenly raised his index finger on his lips: "Shhhhhhh
Then he whispered, "Did you hear anything?" β
Mu Weixian listened carefully: "Dog...... Dog barking? β
"yes, the dog barks." Feng Jiu's voice seemed to have no clear meaning, "I suddenly remembered that the night we first met, you also called it that." β
His eyes were fixed on him, not letting go of any expression, "Why don't you call him that now?" β
At that time, when I first saw the candle night in the cave room, this person screamed, but it was very vivid.
Mu Weixian's body stiffened.
Feng Jiu lowered his voice and looked at him with a smile: "Huh? β
"I ......" Mu Weixian seemed to be very nervous, and began to speak incoherently, "I ......"
"Young master, young lady." Suddenly, a voice came, and the two immediately turned their heads.
The third child, dressed in a thin shirt and holding a knife in one hand, came from the darkness, and when he saw the two of them, his expression was a little strange and a little confused.
"I think I heard a fight just now."
"Just ......" Feng Shijiu tilted his head slightly, "I didn't know that someone heard the sound with a delay." β
The man in black had been gone for a while.