Chapter 112: Personnel Change

Seeing Suifeng turn around, his face full of coldness, Fujiwara Uncleji seemed to have made some major decision, and his eyes were determined. He stepped forward and stood between Suifeng and Fujiwara Boichi. "Mr. Suifeng, the eldest brother is the key to my Fujiwara family, and he must not die, if you must kill him, kill me first, Sasaki and I are both insiders, and it is not an exaggeration for you to kill me. ”

A few words, impassioned, and looking at death as home.

"Get out of the way, it's a grudge between me and him. It has nothing to do with you, it is he who will take revenge, not you. Suifeng's tone was still flat, and he couldn't hear joy.

"Brother Feng, he is Jingliu's father, don't you kill him, okay? As long as you don't kill him, you can let Jingliu do anything. Shizuru hugged Fujiwara Shoichi, whose face was covered in blood, and was already crying, and it seemed that his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't even open them open, "You've blinded his eyes, can't you let him live?"

Sui Feng frowned and stopped.

Fujiwara Boichi, who was lying in Shizuru's arms, raised his head, faced the blue sky, and let out a long sigh, "I didn't expect that I had calculated my whole life, but I just miscalculated you." After you escaped from Naqi Mountain, I was terrified all day long, fearing that you would one day come back to seek revenge. Now there is no need to be afraid, you don't have to listen to them, if you want to kill, kill it, I, Fujiwara Boichi, have never been afraid of anything in my life. ”

"I don't want to kill you," Sui Feng thought for a moment, and then said, "However, I want the third artifact, the eight-foot Qiong Hook Jade." ”

"Hey...... You want an eight-foot hook jade. Kazuo Takahashi, who was lying on the ground, suddenly snorted, and he never died. Sui Feng was also taken aback, and calmed down when he thought about it, although his sword was deep, it did not hurt his organs. Although he was bleeding a lot, he only fainted temporarily, and woke up when he heard the sound of Jingliu talking.

Kazuo Takahashi, heheyin laughed twice, raised his arm very hard, took out a small jade-like object from his sleeve, and swallowed it in one gulp in everyone's surprise!

"Ahem...... Kazuo Takahashi swallowed this, and the wound on his chest was touched again, and he coughed violently, and the corners of his mouth were full of blood, "My lord, let's die together." How could all my Fusang's artifacts fall into the hands of outsiders? You'll never be able to unlock the secrets, ever. As he spoke, he looked at Shizuru from the corner of his eye. But in his heart, he was laughing wildly, kill, kill, it's a big deal for everyone to die together. If he kills your father, how can you be together?

"How can you do this!" The tears in the corners of Shizu's eyes had not yet dried, and he even became a little sluggish when he watched Kazuo Takahashi act like this, as if all his hopes had been dashed.

"How can I do this, I have to ask you all this!" Kazuo Takahashi roared angrily, ignoring the wounds on his body, and coughed violently after speaking.

"The Fujiwara family has always raised you as a boy, you ask yourself, who else but me treats you as a normal woman? Needless to say, I am your father, and your second uncle is afraid that there is none, right? Who has been silently by your side for more than ten years? Don't you know my heart for you? But what about him, but he is just a down-and-out boy who can't get along in the Central Plains, weishenme You have been reluctant every day after you met him, but you don't give up on me? Back then, I lost to the Ping Clan Langying in the martial arts tournament, and I knew that I was not strong enough to win against him. But weishenme, you don't care about me, you only know how to celebrate for him, and ask the head of the family for him to allow you to wear women's clothes for a day?"

The more Kazuo Takahashi became more excited, and the complexion on his face seemed to improve again. With the wind, he knew that this was just a return to the light, and his vitality was rapidly draining, and it would not be long before the oil ran out and the lamp dried up. ...,