reverse spirit

A dark fragrance floats in the air, flying catkins all over the sky without wind, with an elegant appearance, it is the only scene in this world of mortals, and it also melts into Feng Chen's amber eyes like snow.

Feng Chen blinked, and a flawless figure appeared in his pupils, black as ink, scattered on a pure white gown, embroidered with light green bamboo leaves, slender and vigorous, not stained by a trace of worldliness. The most elegant thing, but the moment the owner of the clothes opened his eyes, his color was taken away.

Thousands of prosperity have faded away, leaving only the pair of eyes that are as deep as water.

Feng Chen chuckled, stood outside the crowd with his long sword in his arms, looked at the people on the high platform with lowered eyebrows, once again hid a pair of stunning eyes under the eyelashes, and then slowly knelt down to the altar.

The people under the stage prostrated themselves on the ground, reciting the sacrificial oration in a low voice like a dream. The person on the stage was as thin as a chrysanthemum, affectionate and indifferent. The green smoke around him and the snow-white sacrificial attire isolated him from the disturbing outside world.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiruo, this national teacher who looks like a celestial being, is as amazing as the rumors, even far better than the rumors.

Even Feng Chen couldn't take his eyes off for a moment.

After watching it for a while, all kinds of sexual images began to fly by in his mind.

Just as his mind was turbulent and his mind was wandering, a person suddenly appeared beside him. The person was wearing the clothes of ordinary people from abroad, he looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, his skin was slightly dark, his limbs were slender and well-proportioned, and he looked very vigorous Sensitive, he came to Feng Chen's side and said in a very low voice: "Master, please tell me, let me watch you carefully and don't allow you to mess around, so you'd better keep quiet, otherwise I won't You're welcome."

Feng Chen laughed, then, as if deliberately teasing the person next to him, he turned his head and lowered his voice and said, "Xiao'er, tell me, if I don't kill him, will the wayward little master at home kill us all?" Scratched."

The person called Xiao'er froze, and looked at Feng Chen with a mournful face: "Master, stop joking..."

Feng Chen shrugged disapprovingly: "I'm not joking, I really don't want to kill him."

Xiao'er widened her round eyes, and feebly raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and said with twitching corners of her mouth, "Master, the master is naturally reluctant to kill you, but we are different from you..." He Swallowing, his handsome face was wrinkled like a steamed bun: "When you get back from time to time, prepare directly to collect the corpses for the little ones."

Feng Chen raised one corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and pinched his little face: "Don't worry, I don't want you to die."

In the boundless sky, a round of red sun is burning like a raging fire, white clouds and gray dogs are changing rapidly.

In the distance are altars and crowds, and further away are scattered buildings.

Flying eaves and Zhulan, carved beams and painted buildings, carved a picturesque country under the flying catkins all over the sky.

However, under this beautiful picture scroll, in the shadow of the backlight on the eaves, sharp-eyed people can faintly see a few frightening cold lights flickering from time to time, which are the blood-devouring daggers before drinking blood. An unbearable roar.

Feng Chen and Feng Xiao stood in a dark place far away from the crowd, and beside them were two people who were dressed in the same clothes as the people of the Li country, but their hands were hidden in the sleeves, and the cuffs were darkly covered. The cold light is faintly visible.

There was a trace of uneasiness in the supposedly quiet and peaceful air, and Feng Chen's deep eyes became more and more bottomless, and under the pale sunlight, it seemed that there was a frightening light flowing.

He stared closely at the snow-white figure on the high platform, his eyes fluctuating with the other's movements, then slowly raised his hand, slightly opened his five fingers, paused for a moment, and swung it down vigorously.

A long sword pierced through the air, whizzed through the crowd, and hit Li Xiruo's unsuspecting back. Swept away, for a moment, swords were on the verge of breaking out.

The long sword pierced through countless falling flowers and catkins, and it was about to pierce into Li Xiruo's chest. At this critical moment, Li Xiruo suddenly turned around and raised his right hand at the same time. With a slight flick of the sleeve, the long sword fell to the ground effortlessly, then the tiptoe touched the ground, and flew backwards, dodging the attacks of several assassins, the movements were smooth and smooth.

Feng Chen almost wanted to clap his hands in applause, but at this moment he felt the blood in his whole body boil, and the desire to kill that had been suppressed for a long time was running wildly in his body.

He drew out his long sword, tapped his toes, and swooped towards Li Xiruo like a monster that had been lurking for a long time suddenly launched an attack. An overwhelming evil spirit surged out of his body, confining the air and making people suffocate.

Li Xiruo, who had already retreated to a corner of the high platform, seemed to sense the menacing momentum, turned around abruptly, raised the folding fan that he didn't know when he was in his hand, and faced Feng Chen.

The blade of the sword collided with the iron fan bone, and there was a piercing buzzing sound from the friction, and several sparks burst out, shining golden light under the scorching sun.

Feng Chen's figure flashed, his hands clenched the hilt of the sword, and he slashed the long sword horizontally like a knife. The blade of the sword brushed against the folding fan and faced Li Xiruo's throat.

However, Li Xiruo did not fight back as he expected, but looked at him with a face full of astonishment, and even paused for a moment, but before Feng Chen got closer, he quickly returned. Overwhelmed, he flew to the right with the posture of Lingbo Yushui, his movements were light and graceful, and his speed was extremely fast, Feng Chen couldn't help but sighed secretly in his heart: It's a pity to kill such a person.

The crowd in the audience was already in a mess, shoving, crying and fleeing in all directions.

There was the sound of horseshoes and yelling in the distance, and Li Guo's officers and soldiers arrived.

Feng Chen looked around, there were already a lot of corpses piled up on the high platform, and the officials who accompanied Li Xi Ruo escaped to death. Feng Xiao stood behind him, holding sharp knives together with the other assassins, watching quietly. The direction from which the sound of hooves came.

And directly in front of him is the national teacher in white clothes Shengxue. He looked at Feng Chen motionlessly. Although his beautiful eyes were touching, the expression in his eyes was so complicated and difficult to understand. Feng Chen's figure was reflected in his eyes, as if It was deeply engraved into the pupils of his eyes.

Feng Chen looked back at him, doubts abounded in his heart.

The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, Feng Chen clenched the hilt of his sword again, and stabbed at Li Xiruo, sure enough, just as Feng Chen guessed, Li Xiruo was still unwilling to fight back.

The moment the folding fan touched the long sword, he wanted to fly again to avoid Feng Chen's attack, but Feng Chen was already prepared, and before Li Xi Ruo's feet could move, he quickly stretched out his left hand and grabbed Li Xi Ruo. Xi Ruo's waist, the right hand turned the sword deftly, then held it with the backhand, and pressed it against Li Xi Ruo's neck.

"National Teacher" Feng Chen had a smirk on his face: "Didn't expect me to make such a move, did you?"

The person in his arms was silent, but he didn't take away Feng Chen's interest. He lowered his head, sniffed Li Xiruo's neck lightly, and muttered, "So it's really your smell. I can smell it from a distance, it smells really good, did you wipe something?"

Li Xiruo frowned and looked at him, her well-shaped lips were slightly pursed, and the pale golden sunlight fell from the sky, gently covering the line of his lips and the corners of his mouth.

Feng Chen looked at him, suddenly, he wanted to kiss him.

"Feng Chen." He finally opened his mouth, speaking so carefully, his low voice was like a thread of silver, and like a wisp of green smoke, lingering around Feng Chen's heart.

Feng Chen's mind suddenly went blank, and his heart was beating like thunder.

He stared blankly at Li Xiruo for a while, stabilized his mind, smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and tightened his hand around Li Xiruo's waist, and took the opportunity to touch it: "Master, you It looks so good."

After speaking, he raised his head and laughed a few times, then pinched Li Xiruo's waist frivolously, then lowered his head, and whispered in his ear: "Baby of the national teacher, wait for me at home obediently tonight. He withdrew his hand, circled his index finger, put it in his mouth and blew vigorously. Immediately, several figures jumped onto the roof in unison.