Your Excellency, I love you!

Sheng Feng knelt there, watching them leave. He wanted to chase but couldn't. The big black snake was a divine creature, and he had already violated it by shooting in the forest.

For hundreds of years, that mysterious big black snake has been the sacred object of the Miao people in this forest and even the whole mountain. If it appears, it must be...the saint of Miaojiang appeared.

It only licks the blood of the saint, protects the saint, and obeys the saint.

The Yan and Sheng Miao tribes have lived in this Miao land for a hundred years. Since ancient times, the saints have all come from the Sheng family, which is also the reason why the Sheng family has always been more prosperous than the Yan family in these years.

It's just that Sheng Feng never imagined that the next generation of saintess would be... Sheng Tang.

The last saintess appeared decades ago, but she was exterminated later. The saintess used her bloodline fate to put a gu on the Mo family and Mu family, and committed suicide in front of her ancestor's grave.

Until the figures of the big black snake and Luo Qiangwei disappeared completely, all the Miao people in white dared to stand up, but they still bowed in the direction they left.

Sheng Feng covered the place where he was shot in the arm, his eyes were gloomy and cold.

If the saint is Sheng Tang, then the poison in Mo Shiche's body...

…………

Sheng Feng evacuated with his men and returned to the ruins of the original Sheng family in the deepest part of the forest.

The dilapidated and dilapidated Miao buildings smell of rotten bamboo and wood everywhere, and the former glory can be vaguely seen, but at this time it is already gloomy and gloomy.

Sheng Feng walked in, saw Sheng Miao who was bandaging the gunshot wound, and frowned, "Who hurt you?"

"It's Yan Chu..." Sheng Miao bit her lip, "I almost said...he ruined the agreement with us three years ago..."

At that time, Sheng Feng cooperated with Yan Chu to plan to kill Mo Shiche. Yan Chu agreed to give Sheng Feng part of the Yan family's land, but now he broke his promise, or he couldn't do it for the time being——

Yan Chu and Yan Tianyan are like father and son in the face, secretly fighting for power, and the Yan family is in chaos.

Sheng Feng asked, "How did you meet Yan Chu?"

"I..." Sheng Miao didn't want to tell the story of Mo Shiche beating his confidant to death, so he lied, "I found out that Huang Nian's second personality appeared and killed your confidant... So he secretly followed, he wanted Rescuing Sheng Tang, Yan Chu was putting on airs over there, I was angry for a moment..."

Mo Xiao?

Sheng Feng immediately got up and went to the inner room, and saw the man tied to the wooden frame.

Mo Xiao lowered his head, his black leather coat was stained with blood, he raised his head when he heard the movement, his red eyes were bloodthirsty on his handsome and insolent face, and he sneered coldly, "Old bastard, we meet again."

With a sullen face, Sheng Feng suddenly took the soft leather whip beside him, and lashed Mo Xiao's chest with it!

There is no trace of this kind of whipping, but it is extremely painful.

Mo Xiao's handsome face was distorted in pain, but he refused to utter a word. He gritted his teeth and sneered, "If you're a fucking bitch, beat me to death! Hit me with a gun! Whip is nothing, you Is it a girl?!"

Sheng Feng sneered, "It seems that you haven't been beaten enough when you came out these few years. Mo Shiche is also quite capable. He can split a second personality after being poisoned by a poisonous poison. Why, you want to save Shengtang today ?”

"I like her, what's wrong with saving her? Is it possible to save Sheng Miao, the flat fish whose figure is indistinguishable?"

Mo Xiao's red eyes were full of rebellious arrogance, "What's the matter, you're great when Mo Shiche loses his memory? Heh, when he remembers one day, you, a bitch, will be the first to be hacked to death!"

"Really," Sheng Feng curled his lips coldly, "That may not be the case, as long as I stop his medicine, he won't live long, and if he dies, you don't even want to live—"