cold wings

When Leng Xiao heard about the accident in Hongfengyuan from the mouths of some troublemakers, he rushed to Hongfengyuan in a hurry, but the scene in front of him shocked him.

On the ground of Hongfeng Garden lay a frail but extremely beautiful woman in her thirties, her head was already a little twisted.Judging from her appearance, it seemed that she was dead before the blood came and ran out.

Leng Xiao squatted halfway in front of the corpse, his expression was slightly dull, because the dead person was the wife of the palace lord of Tianzhi Palace, and also his mother Xiao Mi.He has always kept his mother deep in his heart.

As the young master of Tianzhi Palace, Leng Xiao is completely unaware of the tragic death of his own mother, which makes him unable to get out of himself for a while.

"Have you seen enough?" Leng Leng's voice overflowed from her thin lips, and Leng Chenli's figure gradually appeared beside Leng Xiao: "Someone discovered it long before you, Xiao Mi was in Hongfeng at that time. In the hallway of the garden."

Leng Xiao was taken aback, how could anyone in Tianzhi Palace come in so boldly and silently kill the people in Tianzhi Palace? How dare anyone do this?How many people have such a deep hatred with Xiao Mi, how can a woman bear such a heavy hand...

Leng Xiao lowered his eyes slightly, with a complex and incomprehensible look in his eyes: "Mother..."

The cigarette smoke slowly blurred, and an erratic white shadow flew to the deep valley to the high hall.On the steps of the second floor of the main hall, I saw that white shadow with a chilly air.He knelt down on one knee, thinking of the people above him and saluted respectfully.His handsome face was as cold as a spring, without any smiles or tears.

"King, this subordinate has completed the task!"

"It's over?" A cold voice floated from behind the bead curtain, low and deep, sympathetic.

"Yes!"

"Corpse?"

"at the corridor!"

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and it took a long time for the cold laughter to echo in the hall, the voice was low and curling, charming and soul-tight.This person is Feng Qisheng, and Feng Qisheng is quite satisfied with Feng Mo's actions at the moment.

At this time, the bead curtain was parted like a bird's screen, and a scent of fragrance diffused in the hall. Feng Qisheng got up, but just stood there, Mo Ye's aura was rippling like a rhythm, and his eyes revealed an incomparable arrogance. The condensed atmosphere is mixed with breathless solemnity.

"Very good, hold down Bing Yixuan and Mu Han's cultivation speed, and you continue to follow them, interrupting their progress along the way!" Feng Qisheng's expression was extremely indifferent, but the flash of Yaoxie's eyebrows was unacceptable. The majesty and arrogance of resistance.

He is an unrivaled monster, so he will use iron and blood methods to turn the continents upside down, wipe out the forces that don't want to be a vassal, put down the world's rebellion against him, and travel all over the world. Even if he has been silent for a hundred years, he still wants to be heard by everyone The wind has changed.

He wants to be in his Feng Qisheng's world, the only thing he can do is to conquer, to conquer everything that belongs to him.

In an instant, a black shadow flashed like the wind, and Feng Qing knelt on one knee through the bead curtain.

The phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, Feng Qisheng suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and his strange face turned cold in an instant.

Only you, only you, I have been unable to attack, so what if you come out with me, you are always wearing a mask, as my subordinate, since you came out, you have never looked at me again, I want to touch you so much...but you ...

"Why are you here?" Feng Qisheng raised his eyebrows, his body was as stiff as an ice sculpture, motionless.

"No!" Feng Qing lowered his head, unable to see his emotions clearly.

After a moment of silence, a clear voice floated into Feng Qing's ears: "No? A good one... a good one...!"