Villain: At the beginning, my beautiful master molested me!

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Lin Feng was already tired of dealing with Qian Xinglan’s attack.

Qian Xinglan seemed to be walking in the air, dancing a waltz on ice.

She held a flying knife in her hand, drawing graceful arcs on Lin Feng's body.

This reminded Lin Feng of the day when he was also toyed with by a woman.

The woman in front of him was so similar to her.

The same arrogance, the same arrogance, and the same bad taste.

They all like to watch their prey struggle desperately in their hands.

At some point, another knife stabbed at the back of the neck. After a long period of torture, Lin Feng's body and mind finally collapsed.

His head hit the ground hard and he opened his eyes desperately, trying to see Qian Xinglan's whereabouts.

But in the end, he could only see an umbrella and Qian Xinglan who suddenly appeared in front of him.

[Umbrella, umbrella, umbrella, it’s this oil-paper umbrella again]

Lin Feng had already started complaining in his heart. He was a little overwhelmed. He really didn't understand how to break the impasse.

[Why does she always hold this umbrella, and why does she always throw it into the air]

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and Lin Feng suddenly realized that he didn't need to find out where Zi Lingyan was.

[It doesn't matter where she goes or how she goes]

[Every time she attacks, without exception, she will return to the bottom of the oil-paper umbrella]

[I just need this opportunity, the attack umbrella will do]

Lin Feng seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and this time he no longer hesitated.

"Spiritual Skill: Fire!"

A fireball burst out from his fingertips and shot towards Qian Xinglan's oil-paper umbrella.

[It will work this time. My spiritual skill can burn any object. I will burn her and her umbrella together! ]

However, something happened that he could not have imagined.

The fireball actually stopped in mid-air, not moving at all.

Not to mention chasing Qian Xinglan, or destroying the oil-paper umbrella, the fireball was restricted to staying in place without any speed.

Lin Feng got up from the ground in shock. He looked at the scene in front of him and muttered to himself, "How could this happen?"

"Why didn't the Spark chase the enemy? Why did it stay where it was!"

Qian Xinglan burst into laughter. She covered her stomach with one hand and was almost laughing to the point of tears.

"What? You don't even understand your own spiritual skills, and you still dare to call yourself a genius?"

The undisguised ridicule made Lin Feng look embarrassed, but in the end he just gritted his teeth and did not argue for himself.

After a while, Qian Xinglan finally stopped. She straightened up and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands.

"Your spiritual skill seems invincible, but it has a fatal weakness."

Qian Xinglan made a gesture to Lin Feng, her eyes flashing with light, and she said excitedly.

"It can't catch up with people who have no speed, and it can't catch up with objects that have no speed!"

Hearing this, Lin Feng himself was a little confused.

He understood what Qian Xinglan meant, but he couldn't understand what "no speed" meant.

"You are clearly moving, shuttling between different locations, how can you say you have no speed?"

Lin Feng got up from the ground, propped himself up, and managed to stand firmly.

He shouted excitedly, "Now that things have come to this, how long are you going to deceive me?"

"How long will you continue to tell such clumsy lies?"

Qian Xinglan's eyes darkened, and she looked at Lin Feng as if she was looking at a fool.

She was looking at a hopeless fool.

Her eyes once again hurt Lin Feng's heart, causing his self-esteem to be constantly frustrated.

"The answer is darkness, which is the opposite of light, a derivative of brightness, and an existence that has no speed but is always greater than or equal to the speed of light."

"Lin Feng, darkness has no speed!"

"But it can move like light, like light!"

Lin Feng was shocked by Qian Xinglan's words. He had never heard such remarks before.

[That’s why she threw the rain, to let the candlelight pass through it and form a shadow behind me]

[The shadow of the umbrella connected my own shadow with hers, so that she could attack me from behind]

He suddenly felt a little confused.

I don’t understand why Qian Xinglan is so knowledgeable when we are the same age.

Weapons that sap spiritual energy and techniques that blend into the darkness.

[Isn't she the incomplete person she mentioned? Why can she be so powerful without spiritual power as a weapon? ]

At this moment, Lin Feng suddenly understood why Qian Xinglan's eyes were full of mockery when he looked at him.

Because in her eyes, isn't he also an ignorant yet smart-aleck fool?

"I lost, Qian Xinglan. I am not worthy to be your opponent."

Lin Feng's body collapsed and he knelt on the ground with a bitter smile on his face.

Qian Xinglan walked up to him holding an umbrella. She bowed slightly and grinned.

"It's really interesting. I didn't know you could have this kind of expression. I remember you were so impressive back then."

"Let me think about it. It seems that I defeated the monk named Jingwu with one punch."

Lin Feng looked up and met Qian Xinglan's mocking face. He couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.

[We met four times, and the third time was when she saw me at the auction house.]

【What about the last time? 】

The last time? I'm afraid it should be the first time.

Qian Xinglan's figure repeatedly overlapped with the back of the girl ten years ago, but Lin Feng did not dare to admit that the woman in front of him was that girl.

[Impossible, the will of heaven has told me that the girl has been killed by me.]

[How could she reappear in front of me? How could she live safely for ten years! ]

Lin Feng was still struggling, fighting with his own thoughts, trying to overturn the indisputable facts before him.

Lin Feng's expression was distorted, which made Qian Xinglan very comfortable. She said in a cute way.

"I think Master Lin has finally remembered. It's tiring to keep pretending to be young."

"I just wanted to reproduce the little girl's voice, so I kept doing those actions and saying those interjections."

Suddenly, Qian Xinglan's face changed drastically, and his expression became gloomy and terrifying.

Her eyes were full of murderous intent, and just one glance made Lin Feng shudder.

"Lin Feng, you owed me ten years ago, and today I want you to pay it back a hundredfold."