Xia Beibei lived in that inn for two days, and the strange thing is that she didn't see Feng Jiutian again during these two days, that person seemed to have never gone downstairs, and only called Xiaoer when it was time for dinner. The food was brought to his room.
On the second night, according to Xia Beibei's coded message, the brothers of Xueyimen gathered in an abandoned courtyard in Feng County.
In the night, Xia Beibei, dressed in red, came stepping into the night, his delicate and beautiful face was filled with endless coldness.
"Saint."
Seeing Xia Beibei's figure, the others all lowered their eyes respectfully and said hello.
"Everyone worked hard all the way."
Xia Beibei raised his eyes and glanced at the people in the yard: "Now that something happened at Wutong Villa, I decided to attack Wutong Villa tonight. Are you ready?"
"yes!"
What Xia Beibei answered was a uniform, murderous voice.
"good."
When Xia Beibei heard everyone's answers, his eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand as a sign of departure—the night was dark and the wind was high, and it was time to kill someone.
**
Wutong Villa, Gaomen Courtyard, the entire villa is located in the center of Fengxian County, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a quiet environment. It was first named because of the sycamore trees all over the villa.
At this time, the night was quiet, and at this time of day, the disciples and servants of Wutong Villa had already fallen asleep.
In the backyard of the villa, the young owner’s courtyard was still lit by candlelight, and Le Zhengfeng’s personal maid, Feng Lan, was carefully holding the wine bottle, looking at her master worriedly: “Young owner, please don’t stop talking. Drink it. It's late at night, you should go to bed earlier."
Hearing Feng Lan's words, Le Zhengfeng raised his head drunkenly, seeing Feng Lan's face beside him, Le Zhengfeng narrowed his eyes subconsciously: "Feng Lan, do you know? I really want to get drunk, But no matter how much I drink, my mind just keeps getting clearer."
Soberly thinking of that person's frowns and smiles, he clearly saw that that day, his long sword pierced her thin body.
At that moment, her eyes widened, her unbelievable look was still deeply imprinted in Le Zhengfeng's mind until now.
A Lan, Ye Lan.
Until now, Le Zhengfeng hopes that everything he has experienced is a big dream—
After waking up from the dream, Ah Lan will still appear, and she will tell herself with a smile that she is not a demon girl from the blood-clothed sect at all, nor is she a witch who kills without blinking an eye, she is just the little girl he knows who knows nothing about the world and has a sweet smile. girl.
If so...
How nice it should be.
Le Zhengfeng lowered his eyes, and his eyes were reflected in the clear wine. Those once vigorous eyes were now bloodshot.
"Ye Lan will definitely die. She and your Wutong Villa are in a life-and-death relationship. Le Zhengfeng, are you going to destroy the century-old foundation of Wutong Villa for the sake of your children's affair?"
That person's voice echoed in Le Zhengfeng's mind again—
Family, or personal relationship
He resolutely chose the former.
Everyone has to make many choices in his life, and if he chooses, he must go on unswervingly.
regret
What right and qualification does he have to regret
Le Zhengfeng, you are nothing but a coward.
Ah.
Le Zhengfeng smiled mockingly to himself, and then he drank the wine in the glass, raised his hand again and snatched the wine bottle that Feng Lan was holding, and filled himself a glass of wine again.
"Young Master..."
Feng Lan on the side looked at Le Zhengfeng with eyes full of heartache, and was about to say something, when suddenly, there was a loud fight outside the villa.
What's wrong
Le Zhengfeng's gaze changed suddenly, and he stood up with a stern expression.
"Short, Young Master!" At this time, the guards outside the courtyard rushed into Le Zhengfeng's room: "Young Master, it's not good! The people from the Bloody Clothes Sect are here!"
Blood Clothes Gate
Could it be... Hu Yandian sent someone over to avenge Ye Lan? There have always been rumors in the world that Hu Yandian and Ye Lan have a great relationship. Now Ye Lan has had an accident for more than a month. In fact, Le Zhengfeng has been waiting for Hu Yandian to arrive. He did not expect that Hu Yandian would come so late...
At this time, under the cover of a fire, the entire Wutong Villa was filled with blood.
The people of the Blood Clothes Sect were all wearing red robes, and everywhere they went, blood spattered and wailed.
When Le Zhengfeng rushed to the yard with his sword in hand, he saw that the brothers in the villa were killed and injured, so he immediately joined the battle group and quickly killed several disciples of the Blood Clothes Sect with his own hands.
At this time, the disciples of Wutong Villa gradually gathered from all over the villa, and even the owner of Wutong Villa, Le Yuanying, fought with the Bloody Sect with a murderous look on his face, and the situation on the field was gradually reversed , the people of Blood Clothes Sect began to be suppressed by the people of Wutong Villa and retreated steadily.
At this moment, silver needles were flying all over the sky suddenly, and a red figure came flying like a butterfly.
As the red sleeves fluttered, countless disciples from Wutong Villa fell to the ground—
Rainstorm Pear Blossom!
The blood-clothed witch, Ye Lan!
When Xia Beibei's figure suddenly appeared, all the people in Wutong Villa stared wide-eyed, looking at her in horror as if they had seen a ghost—
More than a month ago, Ye Lan killed many people in Wutong Villa by himself. This red figure left an indelible impression on all the disciples in Wutong Villa.
"Alan..."
At this moment, Le Zhengfeng also put down his long sword, and stared blankly at Xia Beibei who suddenly appeared.
"Alan, are you... still alive?"
Are you dreaming
At this moment, Le Zhengfeng stared blankly at Xia Beibei's face, until there were bursts of exclamations in his ears, and when Le Zhengfeng came back to his senses, the long sword in Xia Beibei's hand had already pierced him. in front of.
At this moment, Le Zhengfeng didn't even dodge, nor did he make any movements, he just stared blankly at Xia Beibei's face in front of him.
"Alan, I..."
He wanted to say sorry to her. For more than a month, every time he dreamed back at midnight, he could see her face and see her dying appearance covered in blood—
Alan, I'm sorry, I don't want to either.
I... have no choice.
Le Zhengfeng opened his mouth, and was about to speak. At this moment, a large silver light flashed, and Le Yuanying's long sword suddenly flew towards him.
"Feng'er, be careful!"
Le Yuanying responded to Xia Beibei's offensive, while pulling his son back quickly!
"Feng'er! Be sober, don't be fooled by this witch again!"
At this moment, Le Yuanying's voice was very resounding: "The evildoers of the Blood Clothes Sect! You are just street rats in the martial arts, and you can only sneak attack at night! A group of rats! What are you afraid of!"
Street rat
Hearing what Le Yuanying said, Xia Beibei hooked his lips and smiled: "We are rats, what are you? Immortal cockroach? Old man! Don't talk nonsense! When a large group of people in Wutong Villa bully a little girl, you even cross the street with rats." Not as good!"
While speaking, Xia Beibei raised his hand again and waved countless hidden weapons.
The hidden weapon that has been quenched with poison, attacks indiscriminately, as long as the people in the yard are hit, their throats will be blocked immediately with blood, and there is no way to recover!
Since it is a murder weapon, there is no distinction between justice and evil at all—
To kill is to kill.
The so-called punishing rape and eradicating evil is just a high-sounding excuse that those decent martial artists found for themselves after killing someone.