In the next second, Feng Ruan Xin stopped him, "Don't be in a hurry first, the effect of the heart blood taken awake is better." ”

When Mo Lianyan heard this, he raised his hand to pick up the cold water on the side and poured his head on Xiao Yingche.

The dark room was cold, and Xiao Yingche was already afraid of cold poison condensation pills.

This bucket of cold water almost killed him.

The chill spread from the bones, as if poked by a needle, bringing indescribable stinging.

He slowly opened his eyes, and everything in front of him was blurry.

Feng Ruanxin's sweet chuckle sounded, listening to Xiao Yingche's ears, as if it was blurred through the mist, with a bit of infiltration, "Taifu, do you remember me?" ”

Xiao Yingche blinked, slowly closed her eyes, and said nothing.

Mo Lianyan saw that he came to his senses and picked up the dagger again, but was stopped again by Feng Ruanxin.

"Brother Lian Yan, let's leave him alive first, let's go test the medicine first, in case the first refining fails, there will be a chance."

Mo Lianyan nodded: "It's still Xin'er who thinks thoughtfully." ”

The candles were taken away, and the only light in the dark room was gone.

In the cold dark room, there is only a touch of snow in the middle, which is fragile and fragile.

......

Feng Wuxi pinched the hairpin, and when she passed in front of the grandmother who sold the bamboo basket, she was suddenly stopped by her.

"Girl, can you show me the hairpin in your hand?"

Feng Wuxi paused, frowned at the delicate eyebrows, handed the hairpin in his hand to Grandma, and asked mechanically without hope: "Grandma, did you see a beautiful man in a white robe yesterday?" ”

Grandma took a closer look at the hairpin, bent down and picked up a bamboo basket, "Girl, there was indeed a man in white who was not as beautiful as a mortal yesterday, and this hairpin was exactly what he was holding in his hand." ”

"He bought a bamboo basket and put ordinary things such as hairpins and wind chimes in it."

Feng Wuxi lowered her eyes and looked.

Among the intricately woven baskets are some very ordinary knick-knacks.

Grandma continued: "Soon after the boy left, I found these around the corner in front. ”

Feng Wuxi looked at the string of shell wind chimes, her heart jumped suddenly, and she asked urgently: "In addition to these, is there anything else?" ”

She once told Xiao Yingche that she wanted to make a string of shell wind chimes by herself......

Grandma pointed to the bamboo basket: "There is a small white corner at the bottom of the bamboo basket, and a word is written." ”

When she was packing up these things, she felt that this piece of fabric was from the boy's clothes, and she took it along with her.

It's just that she can't read and can't understand what the red word on it is.

When Feng Wuxi heard this, she hurriedly flipped to the bottom of the bamboo basket, and sure enough, she took out a small piece of fabric the size of an egg.

On it, the dried blood stains had a Ning character written on it.

"Ning?" Feng Wuxi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly squeezed the note tightly, and squeezed out four words from between her lips, "Ninglang Marquis Mansion!" ”

When the words fell, she used light skills and went straight to the Marquis of Ninglang's mansion.

The hidden guard who secretly protected her showed up and gave Grandma a silver tael, and chased Feng Wuxi away.

Grandma was startled by the cold killing intent that suddenly erupted on Feng Wuxi's body, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

When she came back to her senses, except for a silver ingot in her hand, Feng Wuxi's figure was gone.

The defeated Ninglang Marquis Mansion.

Feng Wuxi took Shi Ling and the other shadow guards, and the killing intent appeared coldly.

Shi Ling immediately took the hidden guards and separated to look for them.

Mo Lianyan and Feng Ruan Xin came out of the dark room, sensed that something was wrong, and jumped into the dry well without hesitation to dodge.

Just after dodging, a hidden guard swept over the dry well.

The two subconsciously held their breath and glanced at each other, their eyes full of chagrin.

I knew that I should have killed Xiao Yingche directly just now.

I never thought that Feng Wuxi's movements would be so fast, and he found the Marquis of Ninglang's mansion in a short period of time.

As if thinking of something, Mo Lianyan said with his eyes - Feng Wuxi doesn't know the dark room, maybe when she finds it, Xiao Yingche is already dead.

Feng Ruan Xin nodded slightly, her heart surging with joy.

Xiao Yingche's heart pulse was damaged, and now he has been taken from his heart again, and he has a heart attack.

Even if he doesn't kill him, he won't live long.

Shi Ling took the hidden guards to search the Marquis of Ninglang's mansion, but they didn't find Xiao Yingche.

As time passed, Feng Wuxi's face became more and more ugly, and the scarlet under his eyes could barely be concealed.

Gu Pan's peach blossom eyes were full of bloodshots.

Just one glance makes people feel chills in their hearts.

Feng Qinghuang knew that Xiao Yingche was missing, and sent the shadow guard to help.

The shadow beam turned around the Marquis of Ninglang's Mansion, but also found nothing, "Your Highness, is there a secret room in the Marquis Ninglang's Mansion?" ”

With his words, Feng Wuxi suddenly woke up.

Her eyes lit up and she quickly ran to the backyard.

In her previous life, when she was imprisoned by Mo Lianyan, she was locked in a dark room by him.

Because she was locked in the dark room for too short a time, she didn't remember that there was a dark room in the backyard of Ning Langhou's mansion just now.

Just as she was running to the backyard, the hidden guard came to report, "Your Highness, the backyard is inexplicably watery." ”

His heart hung suddenly, and Feng Wuxi's mind was instantly blank.

An unspeakable fear welled up in my heart.

The bamboo basket she was carrying fell to the ground, and the crisp wind chimes looked a little weird in this silent atmosphere.

"Brother Che!" Feng Wuxi snorted, and her figure disappeared like lightning.

In a remote corner of the abandoned backyard, the flames were burning in the sky, and the flames were arrogantly licking the sky, and the billowing smoke obscured the sky.

Shadow Phoenix and the hidden guard, carrying buckets to put out the fire.

When Feng Wuxi arrived, the dilapidated house in the backyard was almost burning.

This corner was already uninhabited, and after Mo Lianyan's father and son fled, it was even more desolate.

Feng Wuxi looked at the sky-high firelight, and her pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme.

She snatched the bucket from the guard beside her and poured it down on her head, soaking her whole body.

"Your Highness not!" Shi Ling and Ying Beam's pupils shrank, and they flew to stop them, but they were a step too late.

Feng Wuxi took a soaked silk handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, and rushed straight into the sea of fire.

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly put out the fire.

The billowing smoke choked Feng Wuxi and barely opened her eyes, she could only rely on her memory, lowered her body, and went to the dark room.

kicked the pillar that blocked the door, Feng Wuxi covered his mouth and nose, and shouted: "Brother Che, Brother Che ......"

In the sea of fire, except for the crackling sound of the flames burning, there was still the dull sound of the houses collapsing from time to time, and there was no other sound.

Feng Wuxi wasn't sure if she had found the right location for the dark room, but she didn't regret it.

It is naturally best to find Xiao Yingche, and it is worth it if you can't find someone to die with him.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and Feng Wuxi was choked and coughed constantly.

She struggled to walk inside.

Kicking open a door that was crumbling with fire, a chill swept over him.

Along with this cold air is a strong smell of blood.

Feng Wuxi's heart suddenly hung in her throat. Swiftly swept downward.

By the faint light of the fire, she could see a white figure lying on the ground.

Blood-stained robes, messy black hair, silent.

"Brother Che!" Feng Wuxi's voice was hoarse from the smoke, with a trembling that could not be concealed.