Brilliant thorn

"Han'er—!"

A heart-piercing cry pierced the early summer night sky.

Nie Xian threw herself to the bedside, hugging her terribly cold son into her arms helplessly and sadly, tears bursting like a bank, making those who heard it sad and those who saw it cry.

Yan Feishuang hadn't recovered from the shock, and stood by the bed blankly looking at the dagger on Yan Xinghan's chest.

In her memory, Yan Xinghan was stubborn and shapeless, always treated her badly, without the slightest bit of stability and tolerance as an elder brother, she didn't like him from the bottom of her heart.

But no matter how unhappy she was, she was still the elder brother of a compatriot, and she was nailed in place by such a sudden death.

"What's the matter?"

Yan Wuji was full of shock and anger, Feng Yancai gave him a glimmer of life, and within four hours, his son died inexplicably.

He looked around and saw that the two maidservants serving Yan Xinghan were lying in a corner, unconscious, and had a strange feeling.

Fu Shaoyu pinched one of them and woke them up, but when he saw that the room was full of people, and his wife was filled with grief, she quickly knelt down and bowed her head, tremblingly said: "Master, please forgive me!"

"You don't need to be afraid, just explain the matter clearly." Fu Shaoyu said.

The two exchanged glances, and one of them said: "The slaves and servants obeyed Mr. Feng's order and were going to make medicine outside. Suddenly, the young master screamed and wanted to run in to check the situation, and then... they didn't know anything. "

The more she spoke, the weaker her voice became, until she was crying.

Hearing the "scream" she described, Nie Xian couldn't help but feel even more distressed when she imagined the torture her son had suffered before his death. In addition to the grief, anger, and hard work of the past few days, she spit out a mouthful of blood and fell down beside the bed, unable to get up.

Yan Feishuang hurried over to help her, "Mother, take care..."

Yan Wuji was very worried, and stared at the two maidservants with red eyes: "Speak clearly, why don't you know anything!"

"Back, back to the master, after the two slaves and servants ran in, they couldn't see the situation clearly, so their eyes turned black and they were dizzy. I really don't know what happened! Master, please forgive me..."

Those two people kowtowed frantically and begged for mercy, Hun'er was frightened away, they repeated those few words over and over again, it seemed that they really couldn't find any useful clues.

The episode of the wedding room a few days ago is still vivid in their minds, but now that such a tragedy happened again, many people privately thought, could it be that the young wife, Lan Zhi, felt that the future was hopeless, so she simply killed her husband and then hanged herself?

Mao Jiang, the owner of Medicine Valley, walked to the window, sniffed it carefully, and said: "It smells like the fragrance of ecstasy, which is very faint. I would like to ask Brother Yan, recently, your young master...has he had any grudges with others?"

First, he broke his soul and scattered, and then planned to assassinate him, fearing that Yan Xinghan would not die, it must be because of deep hatred.

Yan Wuji shook his head with a gloomy face. Recently, he has been busy with Shen Zhongqing and others to track down the whereabouts of the sword manual, and rarely asked about Yan Xinghan's personal relationship. He only knew that Luo Daman had clashed with Yan Xinghan in the street a few days ago.

But Luo Daman is dead, even if Duan Hun San is the one who caused it, he will definitely not be the one who did the murder tonight.

Could it be Luo Daman's accomplice?

probably not.

Luo Daman is a gangster, how can there be a life-and-death friend who is willing to work for him?

"Huh? Where's the vice master Feng?"

The incident happened suddenly just now, and there was no time to think about other things. Only now did someone discover that Feng Yan, who had been standing here all day and said he wanted to check Yan Xinghan's pulse, was missing.

There was an instant commotion in the house.

Fu Shaoyu glanced at Xiao Jue, his eyes were flickering, and there were some dark and unclear emotions, which made Xiao Jue flustered suddenly.

Although on the surface, he has nothing to do with the two murders tonight, but he still has a rare guilty conscience.

Yan Xinghan's death deserved a lot of guilt. If he had to pick out a little fault, it could only be said that Lan Zhi's sudden suicide was probably influenced by his saying "only when he disappears can he haunt his dreams".

But can this be his fault?

It's up to her to blame herself for being stupid, it's not good to like someone, but she wants to have deep-rooted affection for Fu Shaoyu.

Even foolishly took his own words seriously.

Death is not a pity, Xiao Jue thought coldly.

Just when Yan Wuji mobilized his men to go out to search for someone, Feng Yan came back limping. He was in a mess, and the white gauze covering his face was nowhere to be seen, revealing his face that was still red, swollen and festered.

He clutched his left shoulder, the blood stained his green shirt through his fingers.

Others couldn't figure out what happened to him. After all, Fu Shaoyu had invited him here. He pushed aside the others and stepped forward to check Feng Yan's injuries: "How did you do it?"

"It's a long story." Feng Yan smiled weakly.

Fu Shaoyu helped him stop the bleeding, and said, "Let's make a long story short."

"Okay then," Feng Yan coughed twice before saying, "I was writing the prescription at the time, and suddenly I smelled a faint fragrance. When I noticed something strange, I held my breath carefully. A man in black came in through the window and stabbed Yan straight with a knife. Young master, I will fight with him now."

Yan Wuji asked eagerly, "Can you recognize this person?"

Feng Yan didn't pay attention to his eyes, and continued: "He made all his moves. Although I held my breath, I was still affected by Mixiang, and I was defeated in the end, and he succeeded."

He looked around, full of suspicion, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"At that time, I was the only one in the house, and Mr. Yan died suddenly. I knew you would suspect me. I came here just to save A Yu's face. I don't want to take a life for nothing, so I don't care Regardless of chasing him out, he came back with a whole body wounded."

Fu Shaoyu took a step back and distanced himself from him.

"Speaking of the point, what happened to that man?"

He was so indifferent and didn't care about his injuries at all, obviously trying to draw a line.

Feng Yan felt a bit of bitterness in his heart, his eyelids drooped, and he couldn't pull himself together.

Everyone else was waiting for his answer, especially Yan Wuji, whose face was as serious as a knife and as cold as iron.

At this moment, Nie Xian rushed out suddenly, grabbing Feng Yan's two arms tightly, wishing that the cardamom-colored nails could be embedded in his flesh and blood, she said with a stern voice, "Who is it! Who is it!"

Feng Yanzheng was sad, and being pressed by her again, he couldn't help showing a cold expression.

Knowing his heart, Fu Shaoyu bent down to persuade Mrs. Nie to leave, and asked in a soft tone: "Feng Yan, since you don't want to be misunderstood, you should speak clearly. Everyone is a person who can distinguish right from wrong."

Xiao Jue snorted coldly, turned his gaze to the bed curtain, and stared at Yan Xinghan's stiffened corpse expressionlessly.

The soft words made Feng Yan very helpful. He wiped the blood on his clothes and said: "The man was wearing a bamboo hat when he came. I didn't see his face clearly. Later, he chased him out and fought. Although I wasn't hurt Not even a little bit closer to him, but I can see his face clearly."

As he spoke, he intentionally glanced behind Fu Shaoyu again.

Fu Shaoyu frowned, seeming to have sensed his intentions, and warned: "It's important, tell the truth."

When Feng Yan withdrew his gaze, he glanced lightly at Fu Shaoyu, then looked at Yan Wuji, and said solemnly: "Although the night is dark, I can't distinguish facial features, but the man's eyes are different, which is really impressive. I really can’t believe it.”

As soon as these words came out, all four were shocked.

Xiao Jue looked this way suddenly, and murderous intent suddenly appeared.

Yan Wuji's face froze, and he clenched his fists under his wide sleeves to force himself to calm down.

"Please ask Master Feng to explain more clearly, what is 'two eyes with different colors'?'"

Feng Yan said: "The pupils of that man's eyes are one light brown and the other dark blue. They look like monsters and ghosts, and they are very scary."

Fu Shaoyu reprimanded in a low voice: "Stop talking nonsense."

That night by the medicinal bath, Feng Yan must have seen Xiao Jue's abnormal pupil color after taking off his blindfold, so he was talking nonsense about it.

Xiao Jue has been by his side tonight, and Feng Yan's heart can be punished for saying these words.

"Ah Yu, why don't you believe me?" Feng Yan looked swearing, "If Feng utters half a word of falsehood, he will surely die in a bad way."

Xiao Jue stared at him with murderous intent, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

He hasn't thought about having a showdown with Yan Wuji at this moment.

What the Yan family has suffered now is far from enough.

It would be a bit tricky if Feng Yan's nonsense here caused others to be alert to him.So this person... must die.

"Different pupils? Different pupils!" Nie Xian murmured a few words, and suddenly threw herself in front of her husband, grabbing him by the lapel of his clothes, her expression couldn't tell whether it was hatred or resentment, "Is it that bastard! Isn't it!"

Yan Wuji held her wrist, trying slightly to keep her calm.

"How is it possible? You are sad now, your thoughts are confused, go back first..."

"I'm not going back!"

The emotions that have been suppressed for more than 20 years, due to the sudden loss of her beloved son, completely erupted at this moment.Those who respected each other as guests in order to protect Yan Wuji's face no longer existed.

Now she just wants to get justice for her dead flesh and blood.

"That bastard almost killed Han'er back then. You couldn't bear to kill him. What happened? Yan Wuji! You tell me! Who else could he have if he had different-colored eyes! You were softhearted and let him live, but in the end you had to My son came to pay for his life, why don't you die?!"

The dignified and dignified Mrs. Nie before now has no image at all.

Every word is heartbreaking and bloody, which is embarrassing, and also makes people suspicious, what kind of wild species?Does Yan Wuji have an illegitimate child?

But after Xiao Jue heard it, he just wanted to laugh, Yan Wuji was soft-hearted, it was probably the funniest joke he had ever heard.

Yan Wuji didn't want those past romances to be known by others, he just wanted Nie Xian to shut up, and he didn't want to argue with her, so he beckoned Yan Feishuang to come over: "Take your mother back, so I can take care of her."

But Nie Xian insisted on refusing. Now she is definitely the child who was kicked out back then and came back to seek revenge.

The husband and wife could not stop arguing, which made outsiders very embarrassed. When the atmosphere was stalemate, someone suddenly spoke out.

"Double eyes of different colors? I have heard that there seems to be such a person in the Taxiang Pavilion. He is elusive, his name and appearance are unknown, and he seldom goes down the mountain. But anyone who has seen him has never survived."

At the mention of "Stepping on the Immortal Pavilion", many people immediately pricked up their ears.

Shen Zhongqing stroked his beard thoughtfully, and stood beside the bed with a serious expression.

The man said a lot of rumors about the murder of Yitong. Although there were many exaggerations and falsehoods in his words, there were a lot of names in the list of people who died under his sword, but there was no discrepancy.In addition, Tang Jun came to provoke him before the wedding day, so everyone speculated that Yan Xinghan's death was most likely caused by the mysterious killer who stepped on the fairy pavilion.

Xiao Jue listened attentively to these people's speculations, and thought to himself that although the process is far from the same, the result of the reasoning is not wrong.

Feng Yan sat down at the table with his hands down and didn't speak any more, as if he just wanted to show off Xiao Jue's trick.

The tossing and tossing of the night will not be over until it is almost dawn, and the Yan Mansion is going to prepare for the funeral, so it is not good for this group of guests to disturb them any longer.

It was originally for a wedding, but when they left, both the bride and groom died, which is really embarrassing.

After expressing their regrets to Yan Wuji one by one, they left one after another.

Feng Yan didn't want to stay any longer, he didn't even say goodbye to Fu Shaoyu, and left the Yan Mansion overnight.

Just as he left Shangye City, his mount screamed and knelt down, unable to get up again.

Feng Yan followed the trend and rolled twice on the ground, two darts came through the air and were nailed to the ground beside his hand. He knelt down and raised his head, and saw Xiao Jue, dressed in black rustling in the faint sky, coming towards the wind.

"Oh, you chased me very quickly."

Feng Yan was not surprised at all.

Xiao Jue flashed his sword and pointed it at his throat: "You want to seek death, how can I not do it?"

Feng Yan stood up, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and said with a smile, "I didn't wrong you for the fact that you came from not reaching the peak?"

The tip of the sword trembled slightly.

Feng Yan's smile grew stronger: "You should thank me for not revealing your identity to A Yu. Otherwise, with his character of jealousy and enmity, do you think he can tolerate you without any grudges?"

Xiao Jue said in a deep voice, "You can't deceive me."

"It's just you and me here, what are you hiding?"

Feng Yan lowered his eyes to look at his Frost, and there was a person with different pupils lightly, killing people like hemp, and his sword glowed like frost.When I saw your eyes that night, I immediately thought of this person, and I ordered someone to investigate quietly, and it was really rewarding. "

Xiao Jue was still unmoved, but his eyes became colder and more menacing.

"There is no wall that does not leak in the world, and the Yan family will definitely investigate you. In a few days, I don't even need to tell you. A Yu will recognize your true face. What will happen to you then?" Feng Yan smiled. The whole face contorted, "Kill everyone?"

He suddenly withdrew his smile, gloomy as if he was cursing: "You and him will never be possible."

With a flash of sword light, Xiao Jue's frosty sword energy surged, and he took Feng Yan's head straight.

Feng Yan dodges from left to right, his body is in a mess, but his mouth is not forgiving: "What? I got stabbed in the foot? Wake up, you are the same kind of person as I am. As early as the first time I met you, I will I can see it. You should also be aware of it? The me today is your fate in the future!"

"A lot of nonsense."

Xiao Jue swung his sword horizontally, and the sharp sword cut off a strand of Feng Yan's long hair. He swung the sword and stabbed again, but Feng Yan hurriedly dodged. .

Feng Yan snorted and almost vomited blood.

Xiao Jue grinned grimly, turned his wrist over, and spun the tip of the sword half a circle in Feng Yan's wound. Feng Yan knelt down on one knee in pain, dripping with cold sweat.

"You directed and acted to kill Yan Xinghan, just to expose my identity like this. You really have good intentions. This sword should be considered as the fulfillment of your painstaking efforts, and it should also be regarded as revenge for Yan Xinghan' ' is."

He pulled out Frost, and stabbed Feng Yan's body fiercely.

This time, it stuck into his other shoulder.

"This sword is to repay you for meddling with that dagger. Yan Xinghan should have died in my hands."

Feng Yan clenched the blade tightly, looked up at him, blood kept gushing from his mouth, which made the smile he could barely pull out at this moment very terrifying.

"Hehehe...you found out?"

"The purpose of your coming is to break the soul, and you have no intention of saving people. You told Yan Wuji that he still has a chance, but you just don't want people to suspect you."

How can a person who promises to save people kill the person he is saving in the blink of an eye?If he pretended to be injured in the fight with the man in black, he could logically pass the crime on to others.

Feng Yanjie laughed twice, then spat out another mouthful of blood, and the sharp weapon was pulled out from his shoulder, piercing his throat.

He yelled "Wait a minute", almost exhausting all his strength.

After all, he was unwilling to die like this.

He stared at his red eyes, with blood in his mouth, and tried his best to say: "Do you know why A Yu refuses to make love with you?!"

The tip of the sword barely stopped three minutes away from the throat.

Feng Yan chuckled.