The wind lives in this life policy

"...Ghost, is it a ghost?" The man was stunned by the scene in front of him, and stood motionless in front of the car door.

Several people in the car poked their heads out at the same time to find out what happened. Among them, the one whose hand was broken by Lu Chian hit the sore spot when he braked suddenly, and wailed, "What's the matter, send us brothers to the hospital if there is nothing wrong ah……"

"Is it all him? Shut up!"

Anyway, he was the leader of the group, and he had seen a little bit of the world, and his sense of crisis was extremely strong. The other party just stood motionless a dozen steps away, and a sense of ominous premonition arose in his heart.

"You, who are you...?"

He was short-sighted, he lost his glasses during the fight just now, and he couldn't see things that were too far away, and it was because he was driving in a hurry that he couldn't see the road clearly that caused the accident.

Right now, the other party stood there quietly without making a sound, the moonlight illuminated his jet-black shirt, and the halo slowly flowed around, as if covered with a layer of platinum, his whole body was radiant. color.

It's not that I haven't seen a good-looking person before. When I received the photo of Ye Xiaofeng before, a group of people sighed how such a good-looking person has such short eyes and offended a big shot. Now it's okay?Is it over?But the appearance is so good that even if a nearsighted person can't see the facial features clearly, he still thinks that this person must have a good appearance, which is not easy.

At this time, there was no sound in the surroundings, only a low and gentle voice sighed, "... who am I?"

He seemed to be amused by this question, and this sigh carried a faint smile, Feng Ce gently stroked a dozen leaves in his hand, stretching out his five fingers, and the green leaves unfolded , like a fan of jasper, with clear veins and lush green.

As soon as the words finished, with a wave of his hand, six or seven leaves broke through the wind and fixed him firmly on the car door in an instant.

The head of the bastard only felt dazed, and as soon as he took a step back, he couldn't move for a moment. He turned his head to look, and was surprised to find that the leaf tip penetrated into the car door, and two of them were inserted straight into the glass window, entering into the car door. The car window is engraved with broken lines like a chisel, winding and stretching on the plane, which is really frightening.

"Me, me, you, you..."

He couldn't even speak, his tongue was tied, and when he looked down again, a few leaves wiped the seam of his trousers, pinning his legs to the wide open front door.

This...his...what is it?

what is this?

Is it a leaf?

Is it the leaves?

That's not a leaf... what could it be?

Countless questions popped up all of a sudden, his mind was buzzing as if it had exploded, but the instigator who created this extremely horrifying scene had a blank expression on his face and took a step towards him.

After many years, he has not forgotten this step.

Those who do their business never believe in gods and Buddhas, otherwise his mother would have been tortured to death by conscience, but he still feels like he is destined to think about this step after many years.

Like walking on a tightrope, he tied his life to the waistband of his trousers. He walked almost halfway in fear, and finally he shook inadvertently and was about to die.

He clearly felt a word.

A "dead" word.

"Don't be afraid..." Finally, the person standing opposite spoke, but it was completely opposite to the style in his hand, and his tone was very understated, "...just want to ask you a question."

Just asking a question?

Is it useful to ask a question?

Having said that, what new weapon is this?So advanced?Can the leaves be used as darts?

Sure enough, people's desire to survive will become extremely strong at critical moments. It is so strong that they still think about what is going on with these penetrating leaves when they are threatened by others. They even want to touch them, but after moving they feel Subtle pain.

There were tiny streaks of blood slowly flowing down the cut wound.

The few people in the car were scared to pee by this horrific first scene. They all opened their mouths and couldn't speak. They thought they were filming a TV series, or they were just dreaming. Otherwise, how could a living person be nailed by a few leaves? On the car door, dare not move?

"You, you, don't come here..."

He really didn't dare to move, it was like cutting with a knife, and this series of accidents happened too fast, completely beyond the comprehension of normal people, how the leaves can cut people is unimaginable enough , now he even felt that the other party might move his finger, and he could directly ascend to heaven.

"What are you doing!! What do you want to ask, just ask!"

However, Feng Ce was not in a hurry to ask, and he didn't care when he would have an answer. Instead, he stopped in place leisurely, looked people up and down, and thought that even if the times changed, some things, some people , but always the same.

Short-sighted, muddle through, timid, ignorant... In fact, Feng Ce seldom comes into contact with such people. His position is too high, and the power he holds is too great. It is the first time for such a group of people to face such things directly like today and teach such a group of people personally.

However, in the contest between people, momentum is often better than momentum. Sometimes if momentum loses, it is very likely to lose to the end. Feng Ce undoubtedly suppressed the momentum by several levels. Since the result is self-evident, he slowed down instead. Steps, plan to take a closer look at what happened.

"I don't want your life." Feng Ce said concisely, "but you must tell the truth."

"Tell me! I'll tell you everything!" The gangster glanced at the leaves on his neck, the veins were as thin as blood vessels on the skin, blood would splatter on the spot with a light touch, his whole body stiffened Dare to move.

Feng Ce paused, but asked, "Do you know Ye Xiaofeng?"

The gangster wanted to shake his head subconsciously, thinking that shaking his head might cause the main artery to be cut, so he immediately stopped moving, and replied with a trembling voice, "No, I don't know."

"Why did you move him?"

Move him?The gangster didn't realize the wording for a while, but when he realized that the other party was looking for someone to teach Ye Xiaofeng, he hurriedly said, "It's not that I want to touch him, but someone wants to touch him!"

"Do you know the person who did it that night before?"

Do it a year ago?

Is it Ah Liu's group?

It's ridiculous to say that there is a chain of contempt for those who work as thugs. They are divided into three, six, and nine grades. After a long time, they can get mixed up to their level. Ah Liu's group is the least popular. What kind of work? If there is an accident, send the youngest to the detention center to take the blame. They have already passed this stage.

"I know them, but I just haven't met..." He thought this person came to find trouble with Ah Liu's group, even if he knew them, he could only say that he didn't know them. Life and death, leaving everything behind, "...what did they do, it has nothing to do with us, you look for them!"

"Why bother to look far away..." Unfortunately, Feng Ce just smiled indifferently when he heard the words, "Now the time and place are favorable, so it's just right to find you..."

If there is a typo, I will come back to fix it at night. Sorry, I have something to deal with now, so I will post it first.

This time has kept you waiting for a long time, thank you!