powerful
Xia Beibei took a deep breath, and looked at Feng Jiutian in front of him with complicated eyes: "You really... killed your relatives with your own hands?"
"Um."
Feng Jiutian nodded.
"Do you regret it? Are you sad? Don't you have any other choice?"
Xia Beibei looked at Feng Jiutian with some understanding, and asked in a low voice. Xia Beibei has killed people before, and now she doesn't remember how many people she killed.
But relatives...
How much courage does it take to do it
Hearing Xia Beibei's question, Feng Jiutian glanced at her, and whispered softly: "I don't regret it, I'm not sad, my only choice is to make myself stronger, stronger until..."
"Until what?"
Xia Beibei could feel that Feng Jiutian in front of him had a big secret hidden in his heart.
And what is that secret
"You don't need to know that much right now."
Feng Jiutian shook his head slightly, sometimes, knowing too much is not a happy thing.
"It seems that you are really mysterious."
Seeing that Feng Jiutian didn't want to say more, Xia Beibei shook her head, then turned to look at the closed courtyard door—
This is Aman's choice.
It was also Hu Yandian's choice.
Aman wanted to leave Feng Yanwang with one last memory.
As for Hu Yandian, she will accompany the Xueyimen to fight bloody to the end.
I understand.
This time, I really understand.
…
"Feng Jiutian, no."
Xia Beibei raised his eyes and stared at the face of the man in front of him: "You're not Feng Jiutian, I know you're not. Are you... a quester? A lost time and space? Or a master god's space?"
There are many mysterious people and things in this world.
There are not many existences like the Interstellar Villain Club. Of course, these things are naturally given to Xia Beibei by 110 science.
"You know a lot."
Hearing Xia Beibei's words, Feng Jiutian just smiled softly: "Just treat me as a tasker."
"Are you really a tasker? So... are you Dongfang Qingcheng? Or... Su Mingxin?"
Su Mingxin...
Hearing Xia Beibei mention these three words, Feng Jiutian's expression froze slightly, and then quickly returned to normal.
"I do not know what you're talking about."
Feng Jiutian turned around and was about to leave.
Seeing him perfunctory himself again, Xia Beibei couldn't help turning his eyes: "Hey! You help me again and again, don't you mean love at first sight? Let me tell you, I already have a sweetheart. My male god doesn't know How many times better than you."
Feng Jiutian: ...
Feng Jiutian, who was in the middle of the walk, stopped suddenly. Although he didn't turn around, his voice slowly sounded in the darkness: "Is... is he really that good?"
"That's a must. Our male god has good looks, a good figure, and is an elite in the industry! He is simply a winner in life!"
As soon as Xia Beibei mentioned her male god, she immediately felt as if she had been injected with chicken blood, and all the sadness just now ran to the country of Java.
"Then...does he like you?"
Hearing Xia Beibei's words, Feng Jiutian couldn't help asking another question.
Well.
Xia Beibei, who received a knowing blow from Feng Jiutian, immediately collapsed: "He, maybe...probably...cough cough, anyway, what if one day he takes a blind eye on me?"
Feng Jiutian: ...
What the hell is blindness
"Cough, maybe...he is really blind."
Feng Jiutian muttered to himself, and involuntarily quickened his pace.
"Hey! Don't think I can't hear you! Wait for me! Wait for me!"
Seeing Feng Jiutian go farther and farther, Xia Beibei couldn't help curling his lips behind him, stinky man, isn't he just praising my male god in front of you? Sure enough, he is a narrow-minded man, dare to say that my male god is blind
Cough cough, if only you were really blind...
Xia Beibei, where's your integrity
**
The night passed quickly.
When Feng Yanwang opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the bed in Aman's house.
"Aman?"
He rubbed his drowsy head and sat up.
I came back with Aman last night and chatted, but I seemed to lose consciousness
How is this going
Feng Yanwan restrained his mind and looked up. The boudoir, which was tidied up, was now empty. On the table by the bed lay a beautifully embroidered purse and a letter.
Seeing Feng Yan's wild eyes on the letter, he immediately jumped out of bed and rushed to the table to open the envelope.
The handwriting inside is very neat, apparently left by Aman—
Brother Feng, don't look for me.
I have long been a homeless person.
I am very happy to meet you in this life.
I embroidered this purse for you overnight last night, and I give it to you, I hope you can cherish it well.
I hope…
You can always remember.
In your life, there has been a person, her name is Aman!
...
"Aman! Aman!"
Feng Yanwang grabbed the letter paper, put away his purse and rushed out quickly, but the world was vast, how could he find that slender figure
**
At dawn, the Martial Arts League launched a general attack on the Blood Clothes Gate, because there were traitors in the Blood Clothes Gate, so this time the members of the Martial Arts League found a secret way and quickly broke into the Blood Clothes Gate's headquarters.
High above the icy throne, Hu Yandian, who was dressed in red, was still wearing a butterfly mask, and his eyes were full of cold and bloodthirsty light—
"This seat is here, if you don't want to live, just let your horse come here!"
The home of heroes is the battlefield.
And Huyandian's home is the Bloody Clothes Gate.
She, Sheng, is from the Blood Clothes Sect. Death is the ghost of the Blood Clothes Sect.
Who doesn't know Huyandian's great reputation in martial arts? At this time, although everyone had already entered the main hall of the headquarters, because Hu Yandian's aura was too strong, no one dared to take a step forward.
"He, Huyandian, is alone. What are we so afraid of? Let's go together!"
In the crowd, whoever yelled, everyone rushed forward with weapons in their hands. For a moment, the entire hall was filled with blood and sword aura.
When Xia Beibei returned to the Xueyimen headquarters, the hall was covered with blood and dead bodies.
Hu Yandian was also injured at this time, but she still proudly supported her body with the sword, and looked at the people around her coldly.
"Master!"
Xia Beibei rushed to Hu Yandian's side at the first time, seeing that she had come back again, Hu Yandian's expression changed: "Alan! Why are you back? Nonsense!"
"I'm not fooling around, you have your choice, I have mine."
Xia Beibei smiled and drew out her sword. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers, and a black figure came from the sky.
This person is naturally Feng Jiutian, and at this time there is a person in his hand, it is the dying Le Zhengxi who was tortured by various tortures in the iron prison!