"How did you get here, especially you...... Nanfeng, didn't you kill and don't want to come here?"

Lingxi looked at the man who was talking.

I saw that he was slender and a little thin, but in an instant, the man came to her and Nanfeng's side.

The child on her shoulder, Lingxi knows, isn't it the child named Fuyuan in the tower?

As for the man, he looked about thirty or forty years old, with short black hair parted in three or seven, as if it had been specially tied. The appearance is very ordinary, but there is a special temperament on the body, with a bit of laziness and decadence between the opening and closing of the eyes.

"It's how you two got here. Nanfeng asked.

"Isn't that strange? We're just passing through here. The middle-aged man said.

"yes! Why did Brother Nanfeng come back here? Fu Yuan jumped down from the middle-aged man and said.

After she cast a spell on her body, a burst of black mist instantly spread out from her body, and suddenly, she was surrounded by black mist.

Seeing this scene, Lingxi couldn't help but feel a little worried, but Nanfeng and the middle-aged man didn't do anything to stop it, it seemed that they had long been accustomed to it.

Immediately, the black mist began to dissipate with the crisp sound of "jingle bells" and began to dissipate, heading towards recovery.

At a glance, Fuyuan, who had just been swallowed by the black mist, was gone, and the person who appeared was a woman wearing some strange costumes, with a short coat on the upper body, a pleated skirt on the lower body, inlaid with embroidered lace, and an embroidered waistband, plus a little delicate silver jewelry to set off, feeling elegant and colorful.

"Sister Hong'er, this is what I really look like. The woman said, and when she turned around, the silver ornaments on her body made a sound, which was very beautiful.

Lingxi didn't seem to believe it when she heard it, but Nanfeng called out to the woman: "Fuyuan, you won't stay like this for long, don't you change back quickly." “

"......." Lingxi had to look at the woman again. She looks much taller than Fu Yuan, and her facial features are very similar to Fu Yuan, and she doesn't have those big watery eyes.

Before Lingxi was completely sure that the woman was Fu Yuan, the middle-aged man also said, "Quickly change back!" and then knocked on Fu Yuan's head.

Fuyuan touched his head, then pursed his lips as if he was unhappy.

In the next moment, a burst of white smoke spread, and the little Fu Yuan reappeared.

Lingxi couldn't help but be stunned, thinking to himself what kind of spell this was.

"Sister Hong'er, why did you come here, do you remember something?!" After a while, Lingxi reacted, but she didn't expect this woman to ask like this, so she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then shook her head: "I'm just passing by." ”

"It's really not like it at all!" Fu Yuan said a little unhappily, "Whether it's the appearance or the temperament, it's not like it!"

Hearing this, Lingxi's eyes sank and asked, "Yes, what kind of temperament is the red in your mouth?"

As soon as these words came out, the originally noisy atmosphere suddenly quieted down. The middle-aged man looked at Lingxi for a moment, and said calmly, "You will know later." ”

"Is it the kind that likes to kill? I was not conscious when I was killing people before, so is she the one who killed people? If so, I hope I will never become her ......."

Before Lingxi's voice fell.

Her eyes just happened to look at Nanfeng, and she saw that Nanfeng instantly restrained the gentleness on his face, and his big eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was staring at his prey, cold and fierce.

He looked at Lingxi's eyes like this, and slowly approached step by step, forcing Lingxi to slowly retreat step by step.

Until Lingxi fell to the ground because of the stumbling under his feet, and there was no way to avoid it.

Nanfeng used the control charm on Lingxi's body again, but after seeing Nanfeng draw this spell several times, Lingxi could already cast a spell in the next moment to unlock the control.

And the south wind really seems to be different from before.

Before Nanfeng could find out, Lingxi immediately got up and held the sword in her hand, but looking at Nanfeng and the other two, she somehow didn't want to use the sword.

In the next moment, Nanfeng sneered and said, "What's the matter, you're going to attack me again?"

Hearing this, Lingxi looked at the south wind a little strangely, and the south wind continued to approach.

"Sister Hong'er......." Na Fuyuan seemed to want to stop something, but was pushed away by the south wind. The middle-aged man grabbed Fu Yuan in time and said, "Let's leave it alone." ”

After that, he pulled the Fu Yuan who was about to cry and pulled it away, standing not far away and watching all this.

Lingxi panicked, what would happen?

Just when Lingxi thought he was about to get closer, almost to block, he stopped, leaned over and whispered, "Why can't you listen to me?

He spoke very slowly, dangerously slow, as if it took time to finish playing two songs, Lingxi just wanted him to get out of the way quickly, but his body was a little frozen by the momentum of the south wind.

"You said that if your master was really in my hands, and you disobeyed me several times like this, what would I do to him?"

After that, Nanfeng's eyes suddenly drooped downward, looked at Lingxi's hand holding the sword and said, "You don't actually do it?" ”

Before the words fell, Lingxi's wrist holding the sword was suddenly held tightly, the sword in her hand seemed to be hot, and she met his gaze unexpectedly, only to feel her heart pounding, her limbs were cold, and she couldn't move at all, Lingxi's mind was blank and buzzing.

This is the sense of oppression that the south wind brings to Lingxi at this time.

She was suddenly very afraid of the person in front of her, and stepped back, and at the same time, she also remembered Bai Junqian.

"What the hell do you want to do?" she cried out to make herself less scared and emboldened.

"What do you say, do you think I'm going to kill you, or kill your master?" Nanfeng said in a playful manner, but it didn't make any threat to Lingxi's ears, except for the latter sentence, "Kill her master." ”

Lingxi secretly gritted his teeth, telling himself not to panic, and tried to meet the sharp eyes of Shang Nanfeng: "You kill me? Are you sure?!"

As he spoke, the hand holding the sword flipped out, and he broke free from his grip, how to get up quickly, and stabbed the sword with a twist of his wrist.

He still dodged it very easily, and his eyes looked at Lingxi so quietly, as if he was looking at her, and then he seemed to be looking away, looking into the distance.

Then Lingxi shot again, but Nanfeng didn't hide and said, "I'm sorry." So at the last moment, she stopped the sword in her hand and stopped at a distance of a few centimeters from Nanfeng's neck.

"......." Looking at Nanfeng's appearance, Lingxi hesitated again.

"I'm sorry just now, I'm so excited. Nanfeng said as he held his forehead, his voice seemed to come out of his chest, very low and very sincere.

Lingxi pointed to his sword, and slowly put it down, and after the two looked at each other, Lingxi didn't know what to do, so he turned around and strode away.

She didn't know why she couldn't do it.

Within a few steps, Lingxi felt her wrist being held tightly from behind, and she turned her head before she could see anything, and then there was darkness in front of her eyes.

But when Lingxi's consciousness dissipated, he heard a few words of conversation.

"Why do you want to make Sister Hong'er faint?" the immature voice sounded, sounding a little choked.

"It's better to take her there directly, I don't want to delay any longer, I don't want to ...... for a day," one of them replied, the voice of the south wind.

"I'm afraid I was stimulated by this courtyard, and what this woman just said......"

Another voice sounded, but before he could hear it, Quan Lingxi's eyes were completely swallowed by darkness.

At the same time, she felt an unnatural flow of spiritual power.

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