The man's expression was still cold and fierce, he looked at Feng Aojun with half-squinted eyes, and asked coldly, "How did you come here?" ”

Feng Aojun adjusted his breathing and replied casually: "Dead." ”

If she didn't die, she wouldn't have been able to cross here.

She had answered truthfully, but to the man's ears it sounded sarcastic. Obviously, the handsome guy with a bad temper was angered again, and he stepped out, and his big scary hand was about to reach Feng Aojun's neck again.

"You deserve to joke with me?"

This speed is not inferior to lightning, Feng Aojun was surprised, but he did not forget to instinctively dodge away.

Finally, a beat slowed down, a gust of wind passed by, and the wrist was clasped by a large pincer-like hand. At the moment when the man pulled Feng Aojun towards him, Feng Aojun concentrated his wisdom on the man's wrist as a support point, took off into the air, and skillfully broke free from the man's shackles.

Feng Aojun landed three meters away from the man, and there was a proud smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's not so easy to kill me." ”

The man's icy eyes fell on Feng Aojun's unruly face, and a touch of deep meaning flashed. The woman who dared to fight him was the first person to be unprecedented.

He just underestimated this woman who had no mana perception. The corners of his mouth gradually raised a sneer: "You are too confident." ”

With that, a purple light shot out from his hand, and suddenly encircled Feng Aojun's waist, and instantly dragged her in front of him with an irresistible force.

The steel tong-like hand suddenly strangled Feng Aojun's neck, and his voice was like the most bitter cold wind in winter: "If you want you to die, you don't need me to move a finger." ”

Damn, he's not just moving one finger now, it's obviously five.

Feng Aojun couldn't breathe, her face quickly suffocated a layer of redness, and the man's cold gaze was indifferent and ruthless. With another force, Feng Aojun's delicate neck was absolutely broken.

Nima, even if she dies, she has to fight for the last resort. Feng Aojun secretly concentrated all his strength on his right hand, and quickly raised it in the air, about to slash down at the man's temple.

That force was her final blow, and that speed was the fastest she'd ever had.

A trace of air surged with force, gently brushing a trace of black hair on the man's sideburns, and Feng Aojun saw the mocking smile in the man's eyes.

"You can sneak up on me?"

The arrogant words sounded as Feng Aojun's palm fell, and the hand that was so fast that it was almost invisible was caught alive by the man. As soon as he made a mistake, Feng Aojun's arm circled around and strangled his neck, and there was a huge pain in his arm immediately.

The man pressed against her back, the warm breath blew in her ears, and the voice was still full of disdainful sarcasm: "Death is coming, and it is still so strong?" ”

This man is too powerful, if she wants to run for her life, she can't fight hard.

With a twist of thought, Feng Aojun squeezed out a sad smile, softened his tone and said, "Before I die, can I tell you a story?" ”

The man looked stunned, before he died, shouldn't he beg for mercy?

Feng Aojun said to herself, with a trace of sadness: "Once upon a time, there was a farmer who saw a snake that was about to freeze to death, so he kindly rescued the snake, put it in his arms, and warmed it with his own body heat.

After the snake woke up, the evil nature made it not only not grateful to the farmer for saving his life, but bit the farmer's chest fiercely. The farmer later died, and before he died, he couldn't understand why the snake had bitten him. Do you understand? ”

The man didn't know that she compared him to a snake, and the corners of his mouth raised a grim sneer, and he said coldly: "You are really looking for death." ”