Yang Shu Mei Ying

It's night eyes and stars.

It's not too late. The Meijia Manor, which was supposed to be brightly lit and lively at this time, was completely dark, silent and unpopular.

After a while, a little noise came out of the chamber dedicated to the guests, a dark shadow slipped out, and then there was a little sneaky, and then he let go of his hands and walked to Mei Xiang's study.

The dark shadow entered the study room, familiarly touched the bookshelf, took out a book, reached in for a moment, and the sound of the turning of Titicaca came out. Hei Ying stepped back a few steps, waited for a while, but saw nothing. The dark shadow walked back to the bookshelf again, looked around, and reached out his hand hesitantly, and turned a few more times, but nothing happened.

Heiying looked a little panicked, and hurriedly turned towards the door. At this moment, suddenly appearing out of thin air, there were countless torches, all of a sudden, the lights were bright, and the courtyard of the University of Denominations was as bright as daylight. There was really no escape.

The black shadow showed a blissful figure and face, and some ridiculous two-handed moustaches were the man the Master Mei treated as a confidant.

The torches holding the torches were full of anger, staring fiercely at the calm man in the encirclement. The two stood out, Chu Feiyang held Mei Xiang to the front.

Mei Xiang was so angry that she glared and said, "Song Gongzi! My son treats you so well, I didn't expect to be a wicked thief!"

The man named Shu gave him only one glance, and cast his alert look at Chu Feiyang. Chu Feiyang took a few steps forward, sneering: "You are thinking how to reveal the stuffing, but you do n’t think it is a weird thing if you do not reveal the stuffing. Shu Gongzi is so talented that he must have heard the term. The most important thing is, Your Yi Rong Shu is too bad. "Chu Feiyang shook his head sadly.

The shuddering flesh of Shu Gongzi's face twitched, and there was a hint of viciousness in his eyes.

Chu Feiyang straightened his face, and Shen said: "I thought it was just a little money thief who was greedy for money, but the colorless and tasteless poison you drank in the water source-Shu Gongzi, you know how many people are up and down the Mei family There are more than four hundred lives! Hello poisonous heart! "

As Chu Feiyang finished his remarks, all the families around him were agitated, and the anger of the sky needed to find a vent.

The man surrounded by the crowd suddenly flashed in his eyes, and flew straight at Master Mei not far away. Doing this under Chu Feiyang's eyelids is already a dying struggle.

His sudden attack did not surprise Chu Feiyang. Chu Feiyang pulled the panicked Mei Xiang to the family behind him, flew a kick, and kicked the man's ribs-the population vomited a lot of blood, but it barely managed to hold it down. Dao Yinguang flew-Chu Feiyang rolled up, wrapped up his sleeves and caught the three silver needles, and the needles were green and bright. Chu Feiyang threw the needle to the ground, and looked coldly at the person who could no longer support the soft fall to the ground, pulled out his sword, and pointed at the person.

The man who fell to the ground looked up, and looked at Chu Feiyang, who was approaching step by step, with horror. The coldness in his eyes looked colder than the flashing light on the tip of the sword. It's more profitable. He struggled to get up, but in the end it was unsuccessful, and he could only move a little bit backwards on the ground.

Seeing that the glittering sword was getting closer to himself, the man shouted with closed eyes: "You can't kill me, Chu Feiyang!"

This was his true voice without disguise, Chu Fei paused. He can remember every face he's ever seen, the sounds he's heard, even if he's only seen it once, once. Although the voice was somewhat distorted, he remembered it. Naturally he cannot forget that person.

"Chu Feiyang, you can't kill me." The man opened his eyes and looked at him, reached out and lifted the ridiculous face on his face, revealing a valiant face.

He looked straight at Chu Feiyang. The emotions in those eyes were too complicated. Chu Feiyang really had a moment of hesitation.

"Why?" His sword did not evacuate, and he said coldly, "I said, if you dare to touch the Central Plains, I will never spare you."

"No reason! Anyway, you can't kill me!" Jun Shuying roared angrily, spit out another blood, and coughed.

"Really?" The sword tip was raised slightly, pointing at Jun Shuying's face, "I can show you now whether I can kill you."

Jun Shuying ran down the tip of the sword, looked at Chu Feiyang's face, and looked at the people who were holding torches around him, lighting up the people who had nowhere to run. In the original gloomy eyes, he was so helpless .

"You really want to know why," he said again, lowering his face and speaking lowly.

Chu Feiyang didn't say anything. There was almost a crackling sound of a torch burning around.

"because……"

If you need to survive in this way ...

"because……"

If you can only live with all your dignity under your feet ...