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"Feng He?" The answer was a bit surprising, but after thinking about it, it made sense, Feng Chen understood it all at once - this is a plan that kills two birds with one stone!

If Li Xi Ruo died, Li State would be at his fingertips. If Feng Chen died, Feng State would lose a huge hidden danger, and he could attack Li State on the grounds that "an important official of the state was killed for no reason".

Li Xiruo and Feng Chen killed each other, and Feng He sat on the mountain and watched the tigers fight contentedly. No matter who died, he could reap the benefits of the fisherman. This is really... really fucking Treacherous.

Feng Chen punched hard on the ground, gnashed his teeth in anger, and wanted to rush back to the country immediately and strangle Feng He to death.

But suddenly, Feng Chen thought of another thing - why didn't this kind of thing happen in the previous assassination mission?Feng He asked Li Xi Ruo to kill him, was it just a coincidence, or...

Feng Chen looked up at Li Xiruo, and asked, "The bastard knows about our relationship?"

"Maybe."

Li Xiruo didn't seem to care about this question, took the sword in his hand, turned it over twice, and said, "Is there any question?"

"Wait..." Feng Chen raised his hand and made a "stop" gesture: "I received Feng He's letter two days ago, he told me to stay away from you, I think he should regret it Now, I don’t want to kill me anymore. Besides, what’s the use of killing me, you have an excuse to attack Liguo, and the problem will be even more difficult to solve.”

"Well, he does regret it, but as long as he kills you, the problem will naturally be solved. You don't have to worry about that."

Feng Chen was dizzy all of a sudden, and couldn't understand why the problem could be solved when he was dead. Logically speaking, the problem of his immortality could be solved.

Li Xiruo looked at him quietly.

Being stared at by such a pair of charming and astonishing eyes should have been extremely blissful, but at this moment Feng Chen only felt a chill in his heart.

"Are you really going to kill me?" He asked again, as if knowing that there was no hope, he was still praying for a different answer.

Li Xiruo sighed softly, walked in front of him, raised the sword in his hand higher and higher, and slowly pressed it against Feng Chen's chest: "I am the national teacher of Liguo, and protecting Liguo is my lifelong responsibility. So I must kill you."

Feng Chen looked at him without saying a word, the whole mountain forest was suddenly silent, only the sound of the wind blowing the forest, it sounded like there was a hint of sadness.

After a while, Feng Chen took a deep breath, stood up, threw the sword in his hand, opened his arms, smiled bitterly and said: "In the end, my position in your heart is still inferior to Li Guo."

Li Xiruo stared at him, smiled faintly, and suddenly stretched out his arms, followed by the sound of muscles being ripped apart.

The silver-white sword body sank into the body, and fresh blood flowed out, spreading down the body, like a blood snake that had been trapped for a hundred years, and finally came to the day when it could see the light of day, and left the building that trapped it without any hesitation or nostalgia. After years of imprisonment, he returned to the earth.

His limbs suddenly became weak, his eyes turned black, and his feet were limp. Feng Chen grabbed the sword and almost knelt down. Li Xi Ruo stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around his waist, and let him slowly lean on his shoulder.

Feng Chen smiled, exhausted the last bit of strength in his body, raised his hand, and stroked Li Xiruo's hair, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but a mouthful of blood spurted out, he frowned tightly , Coughed a few times in pain, the voice became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into violent gasps and convulsions, and then slowly became silent, the blood-stained hand fell to his side, and he closed his eyes.

There were a few noises in the woods, and a young man came out of the woods. His eyes were crystal clear. With his slightly dark complexion and slender figure, he looked like a vigorous black panther. Feng Xiao.

He came over and set up Feng Chen.

Li Xiruo said: "Be careful, don't touch the sword. The carriage has arrived, go quickly."

Feng Xiao nodded, and another follower came up, and together with him, he supported Feng Chen and walked towards the way Li Xi Ruo and the others had come.

At this time, on that small road, an inconspicuous carriage had already parked.

The injured attendant was also supported and walked towards the carriage.

Li Xiruo looked around, and saw a maroon horse standing by the forest, eyes closed, seemed to be resting, its white tail flicked from time to time, driving away the entangled mosquitoes around it.

Li Xiruo walked over and stroked the horse's mane. The horse opened its eyes, looked at him, and snorted.

Li Xiruo laughed, "Have you seen through it?" Then he took the rein, patted it, and said, "Let's go, your master is still waiting for you."

One person and one horse stepped on the slightly wet soil, walking at the back of the team, and the "knocking" sound of the rolling axles of the carriage in front made a regular sound.The voice gradually became smaller, and the red and white figure gradually turned into small dots, and finally melted into the vast sky and disappeared without a trace.

After Feng Chen woke up, he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the beam for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out whether he was dead or not.

He turned his head and looked, he seemed to be lying in a simple wooden cabin, the furnishings in the room were very simple, a table, three benches, a big old cabinet, some hunting tools piled up in the corner, and There is a bamboo basket.

Although the things are crude, they are neatly arranged and cleaned. It seems that someone has always lived here.

The door was half open, and there was a person with his back to him, sitting on the threshold against the light, in a daze.

Feng Chen only felt that the figure of that person was very familiar.

"Xiao'er?" He called out tentatively.

The man immediately turned his head and stared at Feng Chen with wide eyes, as if he was a little surprised for a moment and didn't know how to react.

After a while, he jumped up, tore off the grass roots he was biting in his mouth, and rushed towards Feng Chen, and came to the bedside in the blink of an eye, blinking those black shiny eyes, excitedly Said: "General, you... you finally woke up."

"En." Feng Chen touched his chest, which was wrapped with thick cloth strips, and the wound was still aching.

Feng Xiao quickly leaned over, looked nervously, and asked: "General, is there something uncomfortable, I'll ask Bai Yan to show you."

"Bai Yan?"

"Well, You Baiyan, a doctor in the rivers and lakes, is the one who brought you back to life."

"Huh? How do you..."

Before Feng Chen could finish speaking, he heard a "bang", the wooden door was kicked open, and the golden sunlight outside squeezed in all at once, and the originally dim hut was illuminated with light.

A short boy dressed in blue rushed in from the door, holding a bowl in his hand, screaming, and jumped to the table in three steps at a time, and threw the bowl on the table. He squatted on the ground holding his earlobe with both hands, and kept shouting: "I'm burnt to death!"

Feng Xiao trotted over and squatted down opposite him: "Are you all right? Do you want to soak in cold water?"

The boy shrank his neck and shook his head.

Feng Xiao got up to look at the bowl on the table, which contained some black liquid, he reached out his hand to touch the side of the bowl, and immediately withdrew his hand: "It's so hot, why don't you wrap it in a cloth, just take it with your hand like this ?”

The boy jumped up "Huo", slapped Feng Xiao hard on the back, and said through gritted teeth: "Bastard, I don't know where you put that cloth, and you didn't answer when I told you. I was afraid that the medicine would be cold, so I had no choice but to bring it here. I was burnt half to death, and you didn’t even have a word of thanks, does your ancestor still have a conscience?!”

He kicked down the bench next to him, and said angrily: "Don't come to me when you encounter troubles in the future, and I won't help you if you do!"

Feng Xiao couldn't say that to him, and was afraid that he would be really angry, so he begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that, please forgive me."

The boy gave him a blank look, turned around and saw Feng Chen sitting on the bed, he was taken aback for a moment, then snorted and said: "Finally woke up, I thought you just hung up like this."

Feng Xiao's face suddenly became a little ugly.

Seeing this, the young man also knew that what he said was a bit unpleasant, so he curled his lips, walked over and sat by the bed, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Feng Chen glanced at him expressionlessly, "Who are you?"