After Chu Song calmed down, he opened his mouth to speak, but saw Ying Feiyang's eyes sweeping around and signaling.

Chu Song saw that the banshees around him were looking at him suspiciously, and whispered in his ears, Chu Song knew that he was speechless, so he stopped his words, and Ying Feiyang asked again: "Why did the fire start? Who sealed the meridians in the fire? Qin Feng, why didn't she protect you?"

Chu Song hesitated slightly, bit his lip and said, "It's Sister Qin Feng who can do it to me." ”

"Sister Qin Feng has made a move, how is this possible?" The surrounding demons heard this, and there was another uproar.

Ying Fei raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's going on?"

"I don't know ...... either" Chu Song said confused and aggrieved: "Sister Qin Feng has been accompanying me to read books since noon, until I finally made a discovery, so I was busy sharing it with Sister Qin Feng, but she said that I found it too late, and then, she suddenly stopped me and set the house on fire...... Childe, why did Sister Qin Feng do this, could he be ......"

"She was the one who set the fire?" Ying Feiyang thought for a moment, and then his expression froze, as if he understood Qin Feng's intentions, and he got up and wanted to leave before he had time to say more.

Seeing this, Zhao Ya hurriedly asked, "Childe, what's wrong?"

"No need! Ben Gongzi can handle it, you control the fire here first, and then send Chu Song to rest, and Ben Gongzi will go back when he goes." Ying Feiyang took a pause, and before he finished speaking, he had already gone away.

Ying Feiyang came and went in a hurry, and the rest of the banshees who didn't know the truth were just inexplicable, and looked at Zhao Ya and said, "Sister Zhao Ya, what should we do?"

"Why bother asking? Childe has already given the order, so naturally he will do as Childe instructs. Zhao Ya said, adding more power, the surrounding water vapor condensed into butterflies, fluttering its wings and flying towards the fire.

Zhao Ya exerted all her strength, coupled with the cooperation of all the banshees, accompanied by the interweaving of black ash, sparks and water butterflies, the tongue of fire that was wanton and swallowed finally collapsed and defeated.

First roasted by fire, then flooded, the already broken beams and overwhelmed houses are even more crumbling at this time.

Zhao Ya looked around, and ordered: "Check if there is any open flame that has not been extinguished, you inspect the surroundings, and I will go inside to check and see." With that, Zhao Ya entered the house regardless of the danger.

Inside the house, it was scorched black, and there were still remnants of flames in the cracks in the walls and under the corners of the tables. But Zhao Ya turned a blind eye to a few open flames, and looked around, as if searching for something else.

Until his gaze rested on the bed, which was less affected by the flames, the furniture was barely intact, and there were still half unburned letterheads scattered on the floor of the couch.

Seeing the letterhead, Zhao Ya smiled with relief, lifted her toes and kicked lightly, and lifted the letterhead to the open flame.

Fang's escaped letter paper was burned again, curled up and deformed under the bright red flames.

The words "My sister Han Fu Jingqi" on the letterhead were also swallowed up by the firelight, slowly turning into ashes and ceasing to exist.

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In the distance, there was also a piece of paper that was ashed in the flames, and after browsing Ying Feiyang's plan, Xie Anping put the paper with the plan into the lamp while thinking about it.

The oil lamp, which was almost exhausted, was refueled, and instantly lit up a lot, and the light flickered, casting Xie Anping's shadow on the wall.

A silent black shadow is also reflected!

A long whisker-like black shadow slowly grew behind Xie Anping, spreading, stretching, and silently crawling onto the back of Xie Anping's neck towards one of the most skilled predators.

Then it suddenly tightened and tightly wrapped around Xie Anping's neck!

When Xie Anping was shocked, his exclamation had been strangled in his throat.

Under the light of the lamp, the true face of the black shadow was revealed, and it was actually a thorn full of spikes!

The thorns of the thorns pierced into the white skin mercilessly, shedding blood marks, Xie Anping instinctively struggled, reached out and grabbed the thorns on his neck, desperately trying to tear it open, kicking helplessly under his feet, the table was kicked down with a "bang", and the oil lamp whimpered and extinguished, taking away the last light.

Everything seems to be back to darkness and silence.

"Mastermother, what's wrong?" At this time, I heard Miao'er's voice coming from outside.

"Mistress, are you here, Miao'er is in!", called a few times and couldn't respond, Miao'er pushed the door in, the door opened, and the light of the fire burning not far away shone in, so that Miao'er saw the scene in the dark room, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Xie Anping's slender neck was almost strangled, and his delicate face became distorted and red due to pain, and gradually turned purple.

"Mistress, I'll help you!" Seeing this, Miao Er hurriedly rushed forward.

But I heard a voice from the shadows, "It's none of your business!"

Before the words fell, a few more thorns rushed out, tied Miao Er into a "zongzi" and threw it out of the house.

"Sister Qin Feng, what are you doing......" Miao Er looked at the voice that came out of the shadows, and couldn't help but exhale, but before she finished speaking, the thorns had already bound her mouth.

The attacker was slender, but there was a deadly murderous intent hidden in his scattered beautiful eyes, it was Qin Feng, but Xie Anping didn't care about surprise at this time, or she wasn't surprised.

Instead, he seized the moment of Qin Feng's distraction, and took a deep breath when the branches of his neck were slightly loose, and a cold current instantly spread out from the dantian to his hands with the breath, and the water in the thorns was instantly frozen into ice by the extremely cold true qi, and the originally soft and tough branches became brittle and hard, and then they were torn off by Xie An.

As soon as Fu got out of trouble, Xie Anping sat down like a breakaway, gasping for breath.

"If my memory is correct, in order to stay with her son, the master mother abandoned her body when she rebelled against the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and since then, her physique is still inferior to ordinary people. I don't know when I re-practiced this cold true qi again? With this hand alone, I know that I didn't find the wrong person, and it was you who were sent by the mother Gu. Qin Feng was not in a hurry to pursue, and said as he approached.

"Huh-huh-" Xie Anping's breath was smooth, and he said sarcastically: "First kill the killer, and then distinguish the truth from the fake, if I don't have this skill, Fang Cai will already die, and Commander Qin will not be afraid of killing the wrong person at all?"

"Well...... It's not a big deal. Qin Feng seemed to think about it very seriously, and then put on an indifferent appearance, "If you kill the right person, you will naturally be happy, if you don't kill the right person, our memories will continue to be captured, in that way, it is almost like everyone dies together, and you just die a day earlier than us." ”

"So, having said so much, can you die more willingly?" Qin Feng said, snapping his fingers crisply.

In an instant, countless thorns grew on the beams, walls, and ground, like spears and halberds, gathering roots and stabbing out, stabbing at Xie Anping from all directions.

Xie Anping felt the pressure, grabbed it with his empty hand, condensed his qi into ice, condensed a crystal clear ice sword in his hand, and at the same time swung the sword into a circle, dancing impermeable, cutting off the thorns that attacked his body, but he felt that the thorns were cutting more and more, endlessly, and he had to continue to destroy his skills.

But one tried his best, the other was at ease, and the gap in cultivation had been judged, Xie Anping guarded for a long time, only to feel that the speed of qi return was not faster than the speed of thorn growth, and when the qi was insufficient, the internal breath suddenly stagnated, and the hand was immediately out of strength, and the ice sword in his hand was shocked by the thorns.

And Qin Feng smiled slightly, the thorns moved as he wished, and opened the lore style, and the thorns stabbed out at the same time, and Xie Anping, who had lost his blade and opened the empty door, stabbed out countless blood holes.

Suddenly, the ice sword that was shocked was guided by it, and the volley turned in a different direction and stabbed straight towards Qin Feng's face door.

The smile on Qin Feng's face condensed sharply, his head flashed, the blade of the sword brushed past his ears, and a few strands of hair had been cut off by the sharp blade.

And after dodging, Qin Feng turned around suddenly, just in time to see that the door was smashed open by a rapid force, and the door panel was knocked open, and the sound was fast, the sword was faster, and a figure drove straight in, copying the flying ice sword, and with a shake of the hilt, dozens of sword qi came out.

Qin Feng's face was solemn for the first time, and with a pull of his slender hand, the thorns also turned around, crisscrossing and criss-crossing, directly facing the sword qi of his body.

"Snort!"

Sword qi and thorns attack each other, and the sound of breaking the wind rises and falls, continuously.

And every time they struck, the force spread out, and the strong wind stirred up a wave of air, and the fragile doors and windows kept opening and closing under the impact of the air waves, making a "squeak-dumb-" wail.

The house was dark, and Miao Er, who was thrown out of the door, tried her best to open her eyes wide, and she couldn't see the scene inside the house clearly, and could only vaguely hear the sound of tables, chairs, tea sets, and utensils being poisoned, dumped, broken, and torn into powder, as if the autumn rain that should have not fallen for a few days was compressed in the dim and unlit small room, and brewed and fermented into a raging and frenzied shower and storm, venting out, and in the gaps between the doors and windows that opened and closed, the occasional flash of cold sword light was the bright electric light that loomed in the storm.

"What's going on inside?Who is the figure that rushed in just now?" Miao'er, who was tied into a dumpling, was puzzled, and jumped closer, wanting to see the situation inside the house.

Suddenly, after a flash of lightning, thunder fell!

A muffled sound was like thunder, and the air wave burst out with thousands of sparks, and the door panel was finally overwhelmed and flew out, and the tightly bound Miao Er also had an unstable center of gravity and was also smashed by the door panel.

And a spark fluttered down and landed on the oil lamp that had just fallen to the ground, and the lamp oil ignited instantly, and the orange flame reflected the two figures facing each other in the dark room.

The thorns around Qin Feng were only half scorched black, and with a wave of her sleeves, the remaining thorns retracted into the cracks in the walls and floors, as if they had never appeared.

The ice sword in Ying Feiyang's hand also quickly evaporated, turned into a cloud of water vapor, and ceased to exist.

Apart from the two of them, there was no one else in the room......