"I said, what if, I'm not your sister at all?" Feng Moyu looked up, and there was a flash of water in his eyes.

In the private room, you can hear the needle dropping.

......

"Butterfly Charm only performs one mission in her life, you have worked hard all the way to the Soul Life Mansion, and as a result, you spent the opportunity of this mission on a young man in the Star Realm, is it worth it?"

Qixian's face did not have the helplessness or remorse that Feng Moyu imagined.

In other words, Qixian didn't have these emotions in his heart.

Her eyes moved slightly, and her eyes looked longing: "Peep into the Star Realm...... It's good, the spy report said that he was in the realm...... Thorn-sama, do you know what a butterfly is?"

Feng Moyu was a little disappointed, but it didn't show on his face:

"I want to hear about it. ”

Qixian actually saw everything, but didn't say much. She was still a little excited, and she talked about Butterfly Charm's thoughts to herself:

"Butterfly charm, in fact, I can't see a few people in my life, and some butterfly charms will stay in the house and die lonely if they are never able to leave the house. Although there is nothing bloody, it is still a little cruel to let a woman grow old alone a little bit, right?"

"So, we actually all work very hard to learn and get the opportunity to go out of the house and carry out tasks. Butterfly Charm can actually refuse three tasks, but once the old national teacher can play the card of our Butterfly Charm, they are actually all pleasing men, and few seniors will refuse the task. ”

"The most important thing for an assassin like Lord Assassin is ruthlessness, but to be a butterfly charm, the most important thing is to be sincere. So I'm still looking forward to meeting the son of the Star Realm who can make the national teacher use the butterfly charm of the Soul Life Mansion. ”

Qixian smiled like a flower, and the longing and curiosity on her face did not seem to be fake. But this made Feng Moyu's heart even more uncomfortable:

"First the second prince personally took action, and now it is the Soul Life Mansion...... A Star Realm cultivator, why does the National Teacher have to spend so much effort against him?!"

"Qixian is also very curious, it should be a very interesting son. ”

Feng Moyu felt that Feng Qianmo's stupid goose was definitely not Qixian's opponent, and he was even more angry, and secretly poked and scolded a dead nymphomaniac.

Qixian picked up the water cup embarrassedly, and took a sip a little restrainedly: "Women are too emotional, isn't it a little shameless......

Feng Moyu was stunned for a moment—I just said it? Probably not......

When Feng Moyu was stunned, Qixian took over the conversation again: "Lord Thorn, so you don't have to force yourself, you just failed a mission, and you can rest assured that you can leave it to Qixian." ”

"I didn't lose!" Feng Moyu slammed the teacup in his hand on the table, and all the tea in the cup spilled onto his hand.

Feeling a little out of shape, Feng Moyu withdrew his hand. She stood up and said coldly:

"I naturally have a way to let Feng Qianmo return to the National Teacher's Mansion, you can just cooperate with me!"

Qixian got up and stood quietly behind Feng Moyu, like a hibiscus out of the water, quiet and beautiful:

"Then, Lord Thorn's thoughts, can you talk to Qi Xian, Qi Xian can also help improve it. ”

Feng Moyu turned around and stared coldly at Qixian's eyes: "You, just cooperate, you don't have to come forward!"

Qixian was not afraid at all, nodded, gave a blessing, and withdrew from the private room.

......

"Don't talk bastard, you admit that you have worn that jade tooth since you were a child, and we have indeed always protected you when we first met......"

"That jade pendant, the national teacher gave it to me when I was leaving, saying that it could save my life......"

"Then why is that jade pendant protecting you!"

Feng Qianmo was a little excited, and he had suddenly stood up from his chair.

Today's Feng Qianmo, there seems to be a sword aura on his body together, but a peep into the star realm has the coercion of not losing the peak of the dragon leap.

"I don't know, I don't know!" Feng Moyu threw the water cup in his hand on the ground, pulled out the dagger in his arms, and pointed at Feng Qianmo. Her voice trembled a little, but the dagger was steady:

"Feng Qianmo, I'm not your sister! Am I going to die here today?

Feng Qianmo seemed to lose his strength and collapsed back on the chair:

"You don't know, how do I know......" He picked up his head, feeling as if a needle was piercing deep into his brain......

You're not Feng Moyu, so what have I been doing all this time?

You're not Feng Moyu, why didn't you say it until today?

You're not Feng Moyu, how can I accept such a sudden question thrown to me?

Feng Qianmo, disloyalty, injustice, and unfilial piety, so in the end, even protecting my sister is a joke?

At this moment, the memories that were painstakingly suppressed by Feng Qianmo day and night poured into my mind like a tide: listening to the Yunqi seniors of Tao Pavilion turned into a puddle of pus and blood in his room, the bloody qi floating in the night sky that night, listening to the corpses of the same door lying in the ancestral hall of Tao Pavilion one after another, the third senior brother whose meridians were broken and covered in blood, the bloody eyes left by Shui Jue leaving overnight, after being pierced through his chest by the wooden sword, the self-deprecating smile on the pale face of the master, and the disappointment in the eyes of Qiu Shan's predecessors of the Qiushui faction......

What has Feng Qianmo been doing all these times?

"You told me to be quiet...... You go out first, let me stay alone for a while......" Feng Qianmo had green tendons on his hands, and he hugged his head fiercely.

Feng Moyu put down the dagger, she wanted to walk over and touch Feng Qianmo's head, but she couldn't take a step. The hand was raised slightly, and Feng Moyu's lips moved slightly, but he couldn't speak......

She walked out of the private room with a drowsy head, and she didn't know what she had just said...... That wasn't the case at all, but she didn't want to lie any more. She is her, she doesn't want to live in the world of Feng Qianmo in the cloak of "Feng Mo Yu" anymore.

If she were just her, would she only deserve to die in front of Feng Qianmo......

"Lord Thorn, offended. On a corner of the street, two figures suddenly flashed, and a towel slammed into Feng Moyu's mouth. Feng Moyu had no intention of resisting at all, and her already sloppy eyes instantly became weak and fell down......

......

"My lord, what should I do now?Lord Thorn came out of the teahouse in a bad mood, do you still have to follow the original plan?" In the darkness, a young assassin supported Feng Moyu, who had passed out completely.

"Wait a minute, old eight, their news. "The one with a scar on his face is the leader of this group of assassins, he has lived most of his life, and he is only a small leader of the Star Realm. In this operation, he actually couldn't speak at all, a thorn lord above, his subordinates were too fast, and now he fainted, and Lord Qixian would not interfere in this matter, and now this situation caught him a little off guard.

But in front of his subordinates, he could only remain calm.

Soon, several other young Assassins came to join him. One of the faces still looked a little immature, and the little friar, who was about to enter the product, looked excited, and reported the situation as soon as he reached the corner:

"Boss, Lord Thorn and Feng Qianmo didn't have anything to hide when they talked, it seemed to be a showdown, and they used a trick! Now that Feng Qianmo is in a bad mood, and the whole person is in a very bad state!"

Scarface frowned and nodded:

"Understood. ”

Not far from the private room of the tea house, there is a restaurant with a cornice-style. That scarface has now touched the threshold of the middle stage of the Star Peering Realm, and according to the spy report, Feng Qianmo has just entered the Star Peering Realm.

Standing at the top of the restaurant, the Scarface Assassin drew a high-grade spiritual weapon into a full moon, his eyes were like falcons, and the tip of the arrow shone with cold light, and even coated with the most ruthless poison. Scarface tried his best to calm down, but he still couldn't hide the fanatical look in his eyes - this arrow couldn't be said to be an arrow that he had made contributions to for more than a year!

"Go!"

That cold arrow brought Liu Yunian's greatest killing intent, like a streamer, instantly penetrating through the thin layer of window paper in the teahouse, and shooting straight towards Feng Qianmo.

Liu Yunian's eyes widened, he was waiting for that blood, that blood splashed!

Inside the building, Feng Qianmo still lowered his head, and in his raised hand was the cold arrow, and the arrow feathers were still trembling slightly.

"Poison Arrow ......" Feng Qianmo's voice was hoarse, and his headache became even more intense: "You still want to kill me!

Feng Qianmo's sword qi that kept rolling away day and night was all rampant, and in a small private room, the sword qi was thick, and there were scratches everywhere. The cold arrow was shattered, only on the tail of the arrow, a small barrel containing the secret letter was still intact.

The scarred face didn't see blood, but he saw that all the window papers in the teahouse were shattered, and the sword qi in the room was rolling. He wiped the cold sweat from his head, turned and left. At the same time, he was also secretly glad in his heart, fortunately, he still left a secret letter at the end of the arrow, and it was not considered that he had broken Lord Thorn's original plan.

In the private room of the teahouse, Feng Qianmo looked at the secret letter, and the sword qi on his body seemed to feel the anger of the master, and he ran completely, like a flood!

"Do you have to play me like a fool?!"

Slapping a large amount of silver ticket on the table, Feng Qianmo's figure suddenly rose, rolled up a gust of wind, and broke out of the window on the second floor of the teahouse. Within three feet around, the sword qi does not disperse, and everything can be slashed!

In a short time, the cyan figure that quickly swept over countless rooftops fell from the sky. Feng Qianmo, who has always been very light and agile, is like a cyan meteorite this time, and the sword aura all over his body is getting stronger and stronger, and if there is substance around him, he slammed into front of a black abandoned mansion.

Step by step, Feng Qianmo gradually approached the vermilion gate that had faded and was already a little mottled, and the ground under his feet was full of sword marks. Now if there is a cultivator who has entered the product realm, he doesn't need Feng Qianmo to do it, he just wants to die.

"Feng Moyu, no, it should be a thorn now," Feng Qianmo mocked:

"I'm here, this game, I'll play with you to the end. You said that you were taken hostage, and I will rescue you! Today, except for you, no one in this mansion can be the Chinese Teacher's Mansion!

Feng Qianmo stood still at the door of the abandoned old mansion, and the momentum on his body climbed to the peak. The man in the green shirt has red eyes:

"Today's wind is Qianmo, killing the enemy is like drinking water!"

I have the sword aura for three thousand miles, cutting all the dirty and unjust things in the world;

I have the immeasurable peachwood sword of the righteous path, and the enemy is all slashed, and the slash is endless!