Quickly pass through the male god's cute wife

Chapter 217 This is the Genius (18)

It was only for a brief moment, and then the chill in his bones slowly disappeared.

"What's wrong with you? Could it be that your brain is sick."

The old man's voice was slightly displeased, with a hint of anger.

Just now he expended his cultivation to check Feng Yiyun's body, she is in good health, and she has not been poisoned by unknown people as she said.

Feeling that his body, which was not solid at all, was a little lighter than before, he wished he could eat that stinky girl outside.

Could it be that he raised a traitor, just to try his best to consume him, so that his injury will never heal no matter what?

Vigorous black air gushed out of the black hole without warning, directly knocking Feng Yiyun to the ground.

"Go away, don't come to me if you are not dead."

If it wasn't for this girl's usefulness, he would have shot her to death now.

Feng Yiyun slowly got up from the ground, clutching her aching chest, and swallowed the iron smell welling up in her throat.

"Yes, I know." The blow just now was not light, and she felt that her internal organs were shattered into pieces.

There was no blood on his face at the moment, and his eyes were full of fear and unwillingness.

why?
Obviously feeling uncomfortable, how could there be nothing wrong?

What kind of trick did Feng Qiyue use to trick her.

If it wasn't for that person's mercy, she would have returned to the west at this moment.

Feeling the tyrannical aura in the entrance of the cave, Feng Yiyun didn't dare to stay any longer, but quickly braced himself and stumbled out of the forest.

When I returned to the room, the pain in my chest intensified, and the air in my head was squeezed clean, and it was blank at the moment.

After taking a few breaths, Feng Yiyun stabilized.

Sitting awkwardly in front of the dressing table, the lights at night have already been extinguished.

At this moment, there was only one dim candle left, and in the flickering light, the face of the girl in the mirror was blurred, and it was hard to see what kind of expression she had.

With a bang, all the brocade boxes on the table were overturned, and expensive gold, silver and jewelry were scattered all over the place.

Feng Yiyun didn't even look at it.

Caressing his cold cheeks, his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Hatred slowly wrapped her up, and her bright star eyes were bloodshot, looking extremely terrifying.

Both hands hang down, clenched into fists on the table, "Wait, let's die together."

Looking at the dawning sky, Feng Yiyun took out a bottle of potion and drank it, the blood rushing in his chest and the pain gradually subsided.

Feng Qiyue has not been found yet, and they don't know what the group of people in the mansion eat.

Even this little thing can't be done well, it seems that she still has to do it herself.

Assassination Pavilion, the Assassin Pavilion that is said to know everything in the world?
The next day, Feng Yiyun got up very late and only woke up around noon.

The girl who served her was very surprised, after all Feng Yiyun woke up at dawn no matter how late she was.

The servant girl who had been waiting outside the door heard the call from inside, and hurriedly fetched water and brought it in.

When he saw the golden hairpins and silver hairpins scattered all over the floor, he opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Miss, you were robbed last night, and all these things were spilled."

The movement of the feet was a little faster, and hurriedly walked to the inner room, "Miss, are you not injured?"

Feng Yiyun pressed her aching brow, shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I accidentally brought this thing down last night, so there's no need to make a fuss."

The maid blinked, "Okay."

I thought it must be accidentally when I got up at night.

She put the water basin in her hand aside, and said thoughtfully, "Leave two more lamps in the lady's room in the future, so that it won't be dark at night."

Feng Yiyun just responded lightly, as if she didn't want to continue this topic.

The servant girl observed her words and expressions, and felt that she was not in a good mood, so she stopped talking.

After the waiters had finished grooming, they retreated and went to the kitchen to get lunch.

In the afternoon, while Feng Yiyun was practicing, the maid knocked on the door and said that someone had delivered a letter outside.

Just as she was still wondering who the letter would be to her and it landed at the signing place, Feng Yiyun's face turned dark.

Only a bloody sword was printed on the letter, which is the unique symbol of the Assassination Pavilion.

Hastily opened the letter, and a sheet of snow-white paper with gold-rimmed red lines slipped down, on which were only two words scarlet written in red cinnabar.

"Death."

This is an assassination post.

Feng Qiyue knew it all, she wanted to pay for her grandparents' lives by herself.

But now the Feng family still protects her, how dare Feng Qiyue!
Also, isn't she a poor ghost and a waste, where did she get the money to spend thousands of dollars to kill her?

But Feng Yiyun can't think of others, after all, she has no enemies outside, only admirers.

Picking up the letter in her hand, she hurried out of her small courtyard and went to the study to find Patriarch Feng.

Unexpectedly, Patriarch Feng is not here today, and the wife of Patriarch Feng has no foresight, so Feng Yiyun has no choice but to return to her hut with the letter.

Maybe someone made fun of her, Feng Yiyun thought so.

Six days passed in a blink of an eye, and the triennial talent selection contest started today.

There are even more people on the bustling street on weekdays.

The square where the competition was going to be held was packed with people, and there were several betting tables near the ring.

People were excitedly discussing and guessing who would get the ten places in Kyoto this time.

"Didn't the daughter of the Lan family break through to the fifth-level warrior a few days ago, and she must be a part of it here."

"There is also An Jia from Beicheng. The An family has been looking forward to a talented junior for many years, but they have spent a lot of effort in cultivating them. This time, no matter what, there must be one from the An family."

"If the one from the Xiangguo Mansion hadn't fallen a few days ago, I'm afraid he would have made steady progress. It's a pity."

"You mean Li Sisi? That girl is so arrogant, I don't like it anyway, even if she participates this time, she might not be there."

Qiyue walked slowly towards the square, seeing the crowded scene at the entrance of the square, Gu Yu was a little anxious.

The master beside him seemed to be strolling, which made Gu Yu wish he could carry Qiyue on his back and run inside.

"Master, are you not in a hurry?"

Qiyue shook her head, "Don't worry."

"There will be more people later, how can you squeeze in. It will be bad if you delay the competition time." Gu Yu said.

Qiyue took out a wooden sign from his arms, looked at the exquisitely carved patterns on it, and then held it up in front of Gu Yu, "Did you see this number, number 0183 is me, and there are more than 100 people in front of me , how could it be so fast."

Gu Yu saw it and thought it was the same.

In previous years, they were arranged according to the order of arrangement, and the rules of the competition will definitely not be changed this year.

Immediately, her anxious heart sank, seeing that the street was more prosperous today than in the past, she smiled so much that she could see the dimples on her face.

"Master, do you want to eat marshmallows? This is delicious. Although it is too sweet and greasy, the brushed candy is like biting into a cloud in your mouth. It is really interesting." Gu Yu quickly ran to a shop, pointing Looking at the cotton candy in different colors, she excitedly asked about Yue.

(End of this chapter)