Myth resurrection, I became the villain boss

Chapter 35

Feng Mian stubbornly resisted the pitch-black fishing net, even his body was forced to move backward by the invisible thrust, and the ground he stepped on was cracked.

The power of this thing is really too great.

There was a tight breath in his chest, and he felt that his internal organs were being squeezed together.

Chen Wuye's situation was even worse. He was already injured, but now he received such a huge head-on impact pressure, he was immediately carried away by the momentum, landed on the ground, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Bi Fang!" Feng Mian clenched the sword in front of him, mobilized all the strength in his body, and shouted.

The blade instantly became redder, humming like a long sword soaked in blood.

The sword spirit slowly woke up upon hearing the master's call.

The hot and scorching force flowed into the blood vessels along his palm, and his eyes were stained scarlet.

The huge air current brought by the fishing net blew his hair, but his body didn't move back an iota.

The two sides were deadlocked.

Feng Mian stood on the spot, holding Bi Fang tightly with one hand, and raised the other hand above his head.

Countless rockets emerged from the void behind him.

"go with!"

Tens of thousands of arrows were fired, breaking the airflow, piercing the pressure, and hitting the fishing net. In a blink of an eye, flames were set off, and the crimson spread along the black, completely burning the fishing net.

After excessive consumption, Feng Mian was almost unable to stand still, but he supported it forcefully, still holding the sword, to guard against Xu Xingyi's next attack.

Xu Xingyi's face also became extremely pale, and the color of her originally beautiful face lost its color. It seems that the power of this weapon is not something she can afford.

She almost tried her best to give them the final blow, and now both sides were injured, and almost no longer had the ability to continue fighting.

At this moment, whoever shows his timidity first will be crushed.

Feng Mian stared at her, finally, Xu Xingyi couldn't help coughing, the corners of her mouth became even more bright red, as if stained with coughed up blood, against her snow-white face, she exuded a somewhat charming and delicate breath, .

But she is well aware of the importance of cutting weeds and roots, so she swallowed the fishy sweetness in her throat and looked at Feng Mian: "I admire you very much, so I will never let you grow up."

She couldn't leave such a big threat.

Almost exhausting all her strength, she raised her hand again, aiming at them with the weapon rolling the thick black liquid.

Seeing that her finger was about to pull the trigger, Feng Mian's heart rang an alarm, and he clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

I don't know if I can stop it now.

Xu Xingyi's finger clenched the trigger, and was about to press it for an instant.

A figure of a man in a windbreaker and a black top hat suddenly appeared beside her. The man grabbed her wrist and interrupted her movements.

"Do you want to die here?" The man's voice was low and hoarse, the brim of his black hat was pulled down very low, covering most of his face, and only his resolute chin could be seen.

Xu Xingyi was holding his breath, but when he was interrupted at this moment, he suddenly lost his breath, his body softened suddenly, and he almost slipped and fell.

The man grabbed her arm and lifted her up: "Did you forget the leader's order? Don't act in front of others."

"Didn't I open the enchantment?" She gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "If I don't kill him today, I don't know how much trouble I will have in the future!"

The man in the windbreaker slightly turned his head towards Feng Mian: "Enough! You talked too much today."

He dragged Xu Xingyi, almost dragging her to the edge of the barrier, and pulled her through the barrier together, and the two disappeared in the hall in an instant.

With their disappearance, the barrier was broken and the hall returned to normal.

The clock and the ticket gate on the top appeared in front of them, and the ground was as smooth as ever, without the tragic appearance of the battle just now.

Feng Mian's hanging breath was suddenly relieved, and he slipped and fell to the ground with his head up, lying next to Chen Wuye, his whole body seemed to be run over by a truck, and the pain was terribly painful.

"Are you still alive?"

It took Chen Wu a long time to finally speak out: "I can't die."

"Get up quickly if you can't die." Feng Mian slowed down for a while, then grabbed the chair and got up, "The staff will come over when they see it later."

Chen Wu also wiped his sleeves, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, got up together with him, Feng Mian put Bi Fang back into the box, and the two collapsed on the chair together.

Until the voice broadcast sounded in the hall, it was their turn to board the train they bought.

The two of them dragged their feet and passed the security check feebly.

Bi Fang didn't know what material it was made of. Since the last time Feng Mian took the high-speed train to the next city and accidentally took it with him, he finally felt relieved when he found that it would not be detected by the security check. Finally, he didn't have to buy bus tickets all the time.

The two got into the car. Fortunately, they chose a soft sleeper this time, and when they found the seats, they both lay down on the bed.

All the strength in his body has been exhausted, Feng Mian only wants to sleep for three days and three nights.

Fortunately, this time is not the same as last time. After losing strength, I couldn't even move a finger, otherwise I would really have to lie down in the waiting hall, waiting to be treated as a sudden illness by the staff.

He closed his eyes in a daze, his body was a little cold.

Is this car too cold to drive?

As he thought, he pulled the sheet and wrapped it around his body.

it's too cold.

His teeth chattered from the cold, colder than winter.

Feng Mian finally couldn't bear to open his eyes, and told no one to rest, the service attitude of this bus is too bad, the air-conditioning is so low.

He sat up and wanted to ask the flight attendant to respond.

It was only when I got out of bed that something was wrong.

Frost had already formed on the glass window at some point, and all he exhaled was white air, so he immediately went to look at Chen Wuye on the opposite side.

The guy was delirious from the cold, lying shivering in bed, his hair and eyelashes covered in frost.

Feng Mian walked over and pushed him, feeling bad in his heart, this guy's body temperature is frighteningly low, his whole body is cold, if he wasn't still breathing, he would have regarded him as a dead body.

Seeing the increasing amount of frost on the car window, Feng Mian felt bad. Although he was very cold, he could still bear it. It might be because of Bi Fang's flames, he was not so afraid of the cold now.

But Chen Wu was also a wounded person, if he continued to freeze like this, his life would probably be lost.

And it's not the worst.

The worst thing is that it's obviously not the air-conditioning problem, but some abnormal factors on this train that caused all this. It just so happens that he is physically exhausted now, and if something happens to him, he might not be able to fight back.

It's just that the house is leaking and it's raining all night, so I'm afraid of something coming.

But it's not an option to waste it like this.

Feng Mian hugged the quilt off her bed, and covered Chen Wuye with all her head, wrapping him into a silkworm chrysalis: "Don't say that Dad doesn't take care of you anymore, the quilt is all for you."

He went out and saw that almost all the passengers in the carriage had fallen into a deep sleep, and a thin layer of ice had already been attached to the windows.

Everyone looked serene, if it wasn't for the white air they exhaled in front of them, Feng Mian would really have thought he had gotten into a morgue car.

　It’s the first time I’m writing a novel, I don’t know how well I’m writing, although I don’t know if anyone will read my novel, but I will insist on writing until the end without being too careful (every time I’m the first to catch up with the latest chapter, I feel Seems like I'm the only one watching TAT)

　　
　
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